Talk Like a Pirate Day

Ahoy thar, mateys! This be Talk Like a Pirate Day! In celebration me speak twill be Piratese.

I wore a scarf in me hair an' my skull and crossbones necklace about me neck. I set me sails for the life o' a slave. Thar be no celebratory folk abouts. Arr... tis a pity, it is.

Had me a normal kind of day with many a scurvy, mangy, varment underfoot. Usual occurrences of flooding garbages an' bales to be made. Dug in four carts for markdowns, scanouts, an' good product.

Timmy, "So what's the name of your ship?"
Me, "...arrr..."
Timmy, "In the market, as it were?"
Me, "Aye, lock ye doors."
Timmy, "Or what, you'd steal my rowboat?"
(He rides a bike to work.)

Had me a bagger who liked me look today, think she be makin' fun o' me. Arr... what know she o' the life o' a pirate. Friendliness always creeps me out.

Trained me a swabbie today, used t' do frozen at a different store. Me hopes 'e does better than Anthony an' with less the attitude. Aye, had to whip that one into shape I did.

Twas raining fierce as the tears of God imself today.

Had Tuna Helper for dinner, Fettucini Alfreado, wi' mozzarella mixed in.

Atton scored a kill today, a medium sized mouse it was too. Bonecrusher stole the kill an' flipped round with it a bit till Atton stole it back.

I be glad ta be reminded what today be, normally I be forgettin' till it be too late for any fun to be had.

Arrr....