thanks, rhombus — this is just for you: ;-)
All Hands Hoay! Avast, all ye Jack Tars! Thar shall be triple rations o’ grog from the Hogshead this day, for yer Cap’n, Tam-not-spam, has stumbled upon plunder-o-plenty. So gather round, ye Scallywags, and I’ll tell you a tale that’ll set all yer timbers a shiverin’ with awe and warm the rusted cockles of yer scurvy hearts like St. Elmo's fire.
Arrr! Thar’s a ship christened Wikidot sailing the dotcom seas, and she’s chock-full o-treasure just fer the takin’. Yarrr, that’s true. Her barnacle-headed Cap’n, Michal, and salty first mate, Pieter, be passing out riches hand-over-fist. They be knot-headed fer certain. Yer Cap’n, Tam-not-spam, sportin’ neither sword, nor blunderblus, merely wagged tongue and the chowder-heads handed over the booty. It were that easy. Aargh, me Hearties, this aren’t no hornswaggle neither. We’re now filthy with swag! So pass the grog and dance, you salty dogs! Yo, ho, ho!