Chew 't up an' spit 't ou', ye swabbies.
Update [2005-9-19 15:55:57 by Hunter]:
Arrrgh, matey. I wuz born in th' bowels o' the earth, sulficatious and hotter than the blast o' a spanish cannon. Me golden face may sometimes be striated, an' even octahedral. I've a specific gravity that swims somewhere around 5.0, as like as not, and a conchoidal fracture, and am polymorphic with mah goodly chum, Marcas.
Thus concludes my own attempt at
Talk like a Pyrite Day. How'd I do?