Yarrgh!
Damn me faulty erection and curse me indifferent bowels!
'Tis the day all Pirates can come together in one glorious global gaggle of filthy seamen.
I shall be with me Bosun, a press ganging a land lubbing swab into comin' aboard the good ship Hummers.
Methinks that conductin' the interview talikn' like a pirate may put him off.
Capn' Hummers: Now me lad. Have ye any questions afore ye walk the plank and board ye Vauxhall Astra to set sail for ye home port?
Interviewee: Yes. Why are are you dressed like Charles II and why has your PA drawn a moustache on her upper lip with a burnt cork and wearing an eye patch? Is this a company clothing policy?
Cap'n Hummers: Yarrgh! I didn't think ye noticed! This is normal attire for today. Now I'm surprised you never asked about me voyage with Filthy Cap'n Greg around the Isle of Wight, where we had to fight off the natives with nothing but a Zefal HPX.
Interviewee: I see. Can I come back to you on your job offer after I've had time to consider it. Now if you don't mind, I just need to pop to the toilet.
Cap'n Hummers: Yarrgh! I bet you'll be massaging your parts with a tempestuous fury at the thought of the doubloons you'll be grabbing soon.
Interviewee climbs through toilet window by removing the louvres and drops 12 ft' to the car park. Limping with a twisted ankle, he escapes to the safety of his Vauxhall Astra.
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