Shiver me timbers, me canst remumber what tomorrow be! Me calendar all covered in blood and parrot poop. It be somefin special tho. It’ll come to me ol rum head.
Be it that time of yarrr again?
Yar, it be that High Holy day of the Church of the FSM.
Aye, the forecast be a drop in global warming.
This thing is for real? I thought it was a date invented by the villains at my local library in a grand conspiracy to lure kids aged 6 to 11 to their lair. Once there, the kids would naturally sign out books. Since young children haven’t yet fully developed the capacity to think and plan far beyond the present moment and the immediate future, they would forget about their library due dates. Consequently, they would incur late fees, and the heartless villains at the library would squeeze every penny out of their piggy banks. Hey, the library has been complaining about a lack of funds…
Oh, sorry. Yar, ahoy, avast maties, land-lubber, and all that.
Yarrrrgh! What a happy day tomorow be!