Well me mates its that time of year again. Yarr, when the days getshorter, the coasts more trecherous, and Davey Jones trembles beneath the ocean, with a hunger that only blood of a fool headed sailer can slake.
So man your mizzen masts, stopper up the bung holes, and set sail for the high seas, because time has run short, and ITLAP Day is upon us! For you slack jawed land lubbers, thats International Talk Like a Pirate Day, and it be this 19th of September, arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
There be more of this foolery when I return, but I must set sail for a tankard of grog on this fine friday afternoon. Consider ye selves warned, yarr!
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