The recent Talk Like Pirate Radio-Sport Contest went over like a fresh barrel of rum on a long voyage among the radio scoundrels sailing the Ether Seas, though we're a mite surprised at the lack of skulduggery among the participants. I guess promises of buried treasure for the winner doesn't bring out the cutthroats like it used to. Cousin's own Demon DX Dog caught wind of the happenings and demanded to be allowed to participate. While we tried to explain to D3 that allowing he could barely understand human language (i.e. food, sit, go, and occasionally no), there was no way he could speak pirate. But he threatened us with charges of specie-ism if we didn't let him play. In order to avoid any entanglements with the ACLU, PETA, or the Justice Department, we relented and allowed D3 to play. So the op you heard that sounded like he had a really bad cold, may not have been a congested contester, but the infamous D3 himself.
(P.S. Don't upset D3 by asking if he's related to Minni Pearl)
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