Atypical Pirate conversation
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Bakery door opens: Aye, yr hearth has a cozy smell this mornin' : what ye bakin', Old Man Pen ? Well, if 'taint BugBeard himself fresh from the Spanish Main and doubloons jingle-janglin' in his tattered trousers ! That's "BlackBeard," matey ! Oh, sorry me good Sir, a slip o' the tongue, I assure Thee. Aye, you should be sure, since aft a slip o' tongue like that 's gang agley to a slice o' the tongue that leaves a man ... mute. Yes, Sir ! Would ye be havin' a pie today ? Aye, I'll be havin' some of that what 'ere yr bakin' now ! How much for a pie o' tha' ? Here 'tis, Sir, all warm, wrapped special as ye like, and that'll be a guinea, Sir. A guinea ! What ye put in that pie: St. Elmo's Holy Toenail ? Gold dust ? Nay, Sir, 'tis ants, the finest, sweetest, fattest, ants is 'ere been seen in these here parts. Yr tongue runnin' around yr chompers gnashin' on these ants ... well they'll feel like they're in a cinnamony heaven, Sir ! Well, aye, I got nary a bad feelin' 'bout ants, or the eatin' of 'em, and if they be tasties as ye say ... well, could be a rare pie, indeed ... but a guinea ? ... I could buy six shanghaied roustabouts ... or the high-sheriff's daughter ... for a guinea ! Sir, I suspect high-sheriff 'd give a guinea for ye to take Griselda aways 'cross the seven seas, and ne'er to see her humpback limping along the footpaths again ! Aye, perhaps, but do tell me true, now, why any pie 's 'ere worth a guinea. I'm sorry, Sir, but, ye be a Pirate, and, well, these are the pie rates of Pen's ants. Oh ... well ... bugger-all, Old Pen ... I'll take yr bloody pie, then. Thankee, kind Sir !
«If you search in Google for 'no-one ever got fired for buying IBM:' the top-hit is the Wikipedia article on 'Fear, uncertainty and doubt'» What does that tell you about sanity in these times?
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Bakery door opens: Aye, yr hearth has a cozy smell this mornin' : what ye bakin', Old Man Pen ? Well, if 'taint BugBeard himself fresh from the Spanish Main and doubloons jingle-janglin' in his tattered trousers ! That's "BlackBeard," matey ! Oh, sorry me good Sir, a slip o' the tongue, I assure Thee. Aye, you should be sure, since aft a slip o' tongue like that 's gang agley to a slice o' the tongue that leaves a man ... mute. Yes, Sir ! Would ye be havin' a pie today ? Aye, I'll be havin' some of that what 'ere yr bakin' now ! How much for a pie o' tha' ? Here 'tis, Sir, all warm, wrapped special as ye like, and that'll be a guinea, Sir. A guinea ! What ye put in that pie: St. Elmo's Holy Toenail ? Gold dust ? Nay, Sir, 'tis ants, the finest, sweetest, fattest, ants is 'ere been seen in these here parts. Yr tongue runnin' around yr chompers gnashin' on these ants ... well they'll feel like they're in a cinnamony heaven, Sir ! Well, aye, I got nary a bad feelin' 'bout ants, or the eatin' of 'em, and if they be tasties as ye say ... well, could be a rare pie, indeed ... but a guinea ? ... I could buy six shanghaied roustabouts ... or the high-sheriff's daughter ... for a guinea ! Sir, I suspect high-sheriff 'd give a guinea for ye to take Griselda aways 'cross the seven seas, and ne'er to see her humpback limping along the footpaths again ! Aye, perhaps, but do tell me true, now, why any pie 's 'ere worth a guinea. I'm sorry, Sir, but, ye be a Pirate, and, well, these are the pie rates of Pen's ants. Oh ... well ... bugger-all, Old Pen ... I'll take yr bloody pie, then. Thankee, kind Sir !
«If you search in Google for 'no-one ever got fired for buying IBM:' the top-hit is the Wikipedia article on 'Fear, uncertainty and doubt'» What does that tell you about sanity in these times?
Heck of a build up for a Gilbert and Sullivan reference! :doh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Heck of a build up for a Gilbert and Sullivan reference! :doh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
Can someone get him his coat?
cheers Chris Maunder
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Heck of a build up for a Gilbert and Sullivan reference! :doh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
... and it didn't even elicit a Griff Groan. I'll make up for it Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Can someone get him his coat?
cheers Chris Maunder
Similarities between webmaster and hat-check girl; discuss.
Software Zen:
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Bakery door opens: Aye, yr hearth has a cozy smell this mornin' : what ye bakin', Old Man Pen ? Well, if 'taint BugBeard himself fresh from the Spanish Main and doubloons jingle-janglin' in his tattered trousers ! That's "BlackBeard," matey ! Oh, sorry me good Sir, a slip o' the tongue, I assure Thee. Aye, you should be sure, since aft a slip o' tongue like that 's gang agley to a slice o' the tongue that leaves a man ... mute. Yes, Sir ! Would ye be havin' a pie today ? Aye, I'll be havin' some of that what 'ere yr bakin' now ! How much for a pie o' tha' ? Here 'tis, Sir, all warm, wrapped special as ye like, and that'll be a guinea, Sir. A guinea ! What ye put in that pie: St. Elmo's Holy Toenail ? Gold dust ? Nay, Sir, 'tis ants, the finest, sweetest, fattest, ants is 'ere been seen in these here parts. Yr tongue runnin' around yr chompers gnashin' on these ants ... well they'll feel like they're in a cinnamony heaven, Sir ! Well, aye, I got nary a bad feelin' 'bout ants, or the eatin' of 'em, and if they be tasties as ye say ... well, could be a rare pie, indeed ... but a guinea ? ... I could buy six shanghaied roustabouts ... or the high-sheriff's daughter ... for a guinea ! Sir, I suspect high-sheriff 'd give a guinea for ye to take Griselda aways 'cross the seven seas, and ne'er to see her humpback limping along the footpaths again ! Aye, perhaps, but do tell me true, now, why any pie 's 'ere worth a guinea. I'm sorry, Sir, but, ye be a Pirate, and, well, these are the pie rates of Pen's ants. Oh ... well ... bugger-all, Old Pen ... I'll take yr bloody pie, then. Thankee, kind Sir !
«If you search in Google for 'no-one ever got fired for buying IBM:' the top-hit is the Wikipedia article on 'Fear, uncertainty and doubt'» What does that tell you about sanity in these times?
Thank God it's atypical. I'd hate to think they all spoke like that.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Bakery door opens: Aye, yr hearth has a cozy smell this mornin' : what ye bakin', Old Man Pen ? Well, if 'taint BugBeard himself fresh from the Spanish Main and doubloons jingle-janglin' in his tattered trousers ! That's "BlackBeard," matey ! Oh, sorry me good Sir, a slip o' the tongue, I assure Thee. Aye, you should be sure, since aft a slip o' tongue like that 's gang agley to a slice o' the tongue that leaves a man ... mute. Yes, Sir ! Would ye be havin' a pie today ? Aye, I'll be havin' some of that what 'ere yr bakin' now ! How much for a pie o' tha' ? Here 'tis, Sir, all warm, wrapped special as ye like, and that'll be a guinea, Sir. A guinea ! What ye put in that pie: St. Elmo's Holy Toenail ? Gold dust ? Nay, Sir, 'tis ants, the finest, sweetest, fattest, ants is 'ere been seen in these here parts. Yr tongue runnin' around yr chompers gnashin' on these ants ... well they'll feel like they're in a cinnamony heaven, Sir ! Well, aye, I got nary a bad feelin' 'bout ants, or the eatin' of 'em, and if they be tasties as ye say ... well, could be a rare pie, indeed ... but a guinea ? ... I could buy six shanghaied roustabouts ... or the high-sheriff's daughter ... for a guinea ! Sir, I suspect high-sheriff 'd give a guinea for ye to take Griselda aways 'cross the seven seas, and ne'er to see her humpback limping along the footpaths again ! Aye, perhaps, but do tell me true, now, why any pie 's 'ere worth a guinea. I'm sorry, Sir, but, ye be a Pirate, and, well, these are the pie rates of Pen's ants. Oh ... well ... bugger-all, Old Pen ... I'll take yr bloody pie, then. Thankee, kind Sir !
«If you search in Google for 'no-one ever got fired for buying IBM:' the top-hit is the Wikipedia article on 'Fear, uncertainty and doubt'» What does that tell you about sanity in these times?
Bravo.
