The International House of Mojo

Billions of blue blistering barnacles in ten thousand thundering typhoons: tis that day of t' year again! Nay, not bath time, ya scurvy watermelon: tis Interna'ial Talk like a Pirate Day! Ye better be charnin' t' sea-shanties handsomely t'night, an' no bilge for yer pansies, or else tis Davey Jones Locker for you, and t' crow's nest for ya mamsie. I be havin' yer lights and liver if ye dare be a landlubber: and a dram o' rum to any seadogs who nae belay a saucy wench, on t' account. Now man t' poopdeck ya swabs, or I?ll be pooping ya salt m'self, BeGad.