Mim
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It's a line from one of my favorite songs of his.
Ok Sally... here are the chords! I look forward to hearing you sing it at UWC!
http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/j/jimmy_buffett/barefoot_children_crd.htm
It's a line from one of my favorite songs of his.
This is an aweful existence. I would rather smile:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...-hasn-t-smiled-40-years-doesn-t-wrinkles.html
This is an aweful existence. I would rather smile:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...-hasn-t-smiled-40-years-doesn-t-wrinkles.html
BIG SMILE! Thanks. I had plans to do a song or two of his with my Twin, but alas I don't think JT is going to come this year. I'm bummed. No JT, no E, no Matt. It's just not right.Ok Sally... here are the chords! I look forward to hearing you sing it at UWC!
http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/j/jimmy_buffett/barefoot_children_crd.htm
What are beach tags?
This is an aweful existence. I would rather smile:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...-hasn-t-smiled-40-years-doesn-t-wrinkles.html
It really doesn't help her appearance to look sour all the time.
Can you all get to this?
Ha ha ha ha. You are very nice and diplomatic with your words.
Yeah, she looks bitchy to me too.
New Jersey beaches require you to purchase a small plastic tag to use the beaches there. You pin it to your bathing suit or whatever so the arbiters of all that's good can see that you've paid. You have to buy them even if you live there, although you can buy a full-season pass which is dramatically cheaper than buying daily passes. High school kids get summer jobs hanging out on the beach all day, selling tags. I've never seen anyone arrested or anything for not having a tag; they just make you buy one.
Can you all get to this?
One night, while I was still living at home, we were all woken up in the middle of the night by what sounded like a little girl screaming. Like, imminent death kind of scream. It was just my mom, Grandmom, and me. We all got flashlights and ran outside because we kept hearing that horrible scream.
We traced it back to the chicken coop. My mom had a woofle ball bat, my grandmom had her cane, and I had a field hockey stick. We were ready! My grandmom flung open the chicken coop door and my mom ran in swinging. One of the hens flew out and scratched my head in the commotion. Standing in the middle of the chicken coop, my mom was face to face with...
...a peacock. It was sitting on one of the chicken perch things. We all kind of stood there staring, then the peacock opened it's beak and that horrible little girl being murdered sound came out of it's throat. I had no idea such a gorgeous creature could make such a god awful noise.
It lived with my mom's chickens for a few weeks, then went back to wherever it came from.
It would make that horrible squawk at all hours. It was SO loud. It would cut right into the irritated portion of your brain and you'd be startled awake out of a dead sleep. I had a dumb rooster that perched under my window and he would randomly crow, that never bugged me.
...but that peacock squawk. Oh. Em. Gee.
Yep. It's an awful sound. Can you imagine what it would be like to have a few?