Ahoy, me hearties!

Aye, today is the day we can remember what it was like t' li'e on the briney blue, fillin' me belly with salmagundi with a wench over one shoulder and a bottle o' rum on te other.

Let's spin a good yarn. Dogs ahoy!

ahh the memories of naked native women, smoke alarms blaring, and the duty officer wondering whats going on and what to do! Life on a CG airstation in Alaska in the late 70's . Life has been holding a long turn ever since.

Bringing the strippers from Dirty Dans AKA Dancers back to the barracks (snuck in through the fire escape)after a night of pillaging and blunder whoops I mean plunder.....

Aye, cookie, lost me eye that way...gnawed off me arm after carousing with a hefty wench..the last itch in me eye came shortly after I got me hook! ARRRR!

I had all kinds of personal hygiene issues when I got my hook ...

LOL If you don't remember it, it never happened, I don't care what they say....

Its better when some one remembers it for you and you laugh and laugh! Ahhh the 70's

Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade me computer for rum! ARRR!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho....

Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,
Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"

Ye can't keep this fun to yerself, I bet,
So sing "Aye!" "ARRR!" "Ayy!" every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! Yo ho....

We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!

When we hoist Jolly Roger, the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!

There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.

The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!

To wear a red coat full o' buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!

And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' 'em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!

So hoist up the mainsils and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk... Like... A Pirate" Day!

Ahoy to you too, Laddie.

Whichever so-and-so fortune-hunting pillager it was who sounded, "If you can remember the sixties you weren't there", plainly didn't live through the seventies. What a rum-swilling, rolling party-time that decade was, as I seem to recall with the help of some old photos anyway.

arrr,arrr- yea,arrrrrrrr! shiver me timbars, arrrrr

I’m Popeye the sailor man
I’m Popeye the sailor man
I’m strong to the finich
Cause I eats me Spinach
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man.
I’m one tough Gazookus
Which hates all Palookas
Wot ain’t on the up and square
I biffs ‘em and buffs ‘em
An always out roughs ‘em
An none of ‘em gits no-where.
If anyone dasses to risk
My fisk its boff an
Its Wham un erstan?
So keep Good Behavior
That’s your one life saver
With Popeye the Sailor Man

Now where in the heavenly timbers did me lay that taser?
LOL

quote:

How Long Have You Been a Sailor ?

All my bloomin' life.
Me mother was a mermaid.
Me father was King Neptune.
I was born on the crest of a wave
And rocked in the cradle of the deep.
Seaweed and barnacles are me clothes,
Every tooth in me head is a marlinspike,
The hair on me head is hemp,
Every bone in me body's a spar,
And when I spits, I spits tar.
I'se hard, I is, I am, I are.
--- an Old Answer to an Old Question

...gjd

I think "Hooligan" pretty much sums it up. I enjoyed the 50's-60's and 70's. Remember "Always Pillage Before You Burn"