Serenity

Submitted by thom on 10 August, 2006 - 18:51.
Serenity

A backup hobby for MA - watching the boat deteriorate.

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serenity now!

Submitted by Che Guevara on 10 August, 2006 - 21:06.

who said that?

George's dad,

Submitted by Former NL Member on 10 August, 2006 - 21:12.

the inventor of festivus.

i think it's......

Submitted by Che Guevara on 10 August, 2006 - 21:19.

time for another airing of grievances. and go. you are correct, sir.

Are you kidding?

Submitted by Former NL Member on 10 August, 2006 - 21:20.

Just mention Ortega or America, and "airing of grievances" is all we hear around here! :-)

what sit com says

Submitted by Che Guevara on 10 August, 2006 - 21:27.

"and go" and who said it?

you know, the more i think about the airing of grievances, the more i think we are becoming a nation of oprahs, victim nation.

The beat goes on, the beat goes on Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La de da de de, la de da de da

Charleston was once the rage, uh huh History has turned the page, uh huh The mini skirts the current thing, uh huh Teenybopper is our newborn king, uh huh

The grocery store's the super mart, uh huh Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh And men still keep on marching off to war Electrically they keep a baseball score

Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss The cars keep going faster all the time Bums still cry "hey buddy, have you got a dime"

Reminds me of our porch roof

Submitted by Former NL Member on 10 August, 2006 - 20:45.

Not very serene when I'm the one who has to fix it, but I do appreciate the idea.

this is a twofer, song about a boat and the song has grits

Submitted by Che Guevara on 10 August, 2006 - 21:10.

We come on the sloop john b My grandfather and me Around nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home

So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk And broke in the capns trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff john stone Why dont you leave me alone, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why dont you let me go home (hoist up the john bs sail) Hoist up the john b I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home Why dont they let me go home This is the worst trip Ive ever been on

So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why dont you let me go home

I ran out of ways

Submitted by thom on 10 August, 2006 - 20:52.

to say "boat in isletas" and it looked calming right then.