It is International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
In true pirate fashion, I went out last night and downed copious amounts of vodka, closed down one club and went on to another, and fell asleep on my couch sometime this morning fully clothed, including one shoe.
So I am in no shape to talk like a pirate. Why should I have to? I AM a pirate. No fake accents and jargon for me.
UPDATE: I think I may also have lost my phone last night. This may or may not have happened outside my apartment when I was cracking myself up with my inability to get the lock to work (in my defense, this lock is very difficult at the best and soberest of times, which whatever o'clock this was was most definitely not). So, all in all, well done by me.
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Sorry about your phone!
That sounds arrrrgh-ful.
Sorry, awful.
Really & truly sucky.
The lost phone is a big pain, but I consider it but part of the price of a pretty epic night, by my current standards. I can come home now having had one wild night on the town in Kyrgyzstan, and that is plenty for me.
Best part? I came up, got online, and immediately PAID SOME BILLS. That's one badass partyer, right there.
You show other pirates how it's done.
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