Ahoy thar mateys! Why shiver me timbers, September 19th be once again International Talk Like a Pirate Day, Aaaarrr!
To all me cabin boy swashblogganeers and buxom bloggin’ beauties, any comments left in this post will be deleted if ye aren’t talkin’ like a pirate. Arrr! Ye’ll ne’er get FA’s buried booty!
Hoist up the Jolly Roger, me hearties, and enjoy the sweet trade o’ swashbloggin’ t’day…aarrgh! And watch out for them thar land lubbers an’ lily-livered liberal scallywags, who dare tax yer booty and steal your grog!
Make them thar Sons of a Biscuit Eater walk the plank or keelhaul thar carcasses across Davy Jones’ Locker instead….aarrr!
A former fetus, the “wordsmith from nantucket” was born in Phoenix, Arizona in 1968. Adopted at birth, wordsmith grew up a military brat. He achieved his B.A. in English from the University of California, Los Angeles (graduating in the top 97% of his class), where he also competed rings for the UCLA mens gymnastics team. The events of 9/11 woke him from his political slumber and malaise. Currently a personal trainer and gymnastics coach.
The wordsmith has never been to Nantucket.