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Wow, if I had just been listening and not watching I would have thought it was the BB's, except for the group vocal parts. Great rendition, and yeah, thanks for putting that song in my head for the day .
Reasoning with some people is like trying to nail jello to a wall...
This one was big the summer I graduated. SENIORS '65
On the beach with the radio of the Boniville all the way up and a new reverb unit working it.
'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust ...'
He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four-year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'
Maybe for the trip to SA for the HCCC auction we should bring some of our oldie rock for entertainment. I think we may actually out number the young whippersnappers on this trip. It could give van-pooling a whole new reputation 8O .
Reasoning with some people is like trying to nail jello to a wall...
'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust ...'
He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four-year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'
'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust ...'
He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four-year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'
Thats me in HighSchool
I wasn't always a dirty ol man.
I was a football star, captain of the swm team and BeachPatrol Lifeguard when I wasn't surfin those big Galveston waves.
and I drove a little powder blue MGA convertable. wickedly
'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust ...'
He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four-year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'
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