You having an 'Amish Weekend' or something? Two way radios? Aren't they called 'cell phones' nowadays?
A similar thing happened in the Australia footy a few years ago Toss up for the best part between him bailing as soon as some of the drunk fans made their way over, or him almost tripping when jumping the fence.
This is why I don't dress like a homeless meth junkie when I walk into a HotTopic. People confuse me with management.
I need them for our long course meet (50 meter pool) with headsets. It's quicker than running down when there's a disqualification. The problem is our meet referee is the one who requested them. I told him I was prepared. He's military and scares me a little. I don't want to tell him I failed! I feel like I'm in high school again. RadioShack might be saving me.
Just to save you the suspense, those words may have been uttered by others, but have never been true since 1964. But good luck to you! Looks like you're blowing an ex military swim referee this weekend.
I know y'all aren't generally fans of country music, but I grew up on Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Conway Twitty, the Hanks, Loretta Lynn, etc. I started listening to Don Williams radio - and George Jones is on and goddamn does it take me back to working in the garden planting potatoes with my parents. We didn't have a radio to take outside so we'd sing...that and Tanya Tucker and other songs that we could remember all the words. Whatever country music is today - it doesn't touch these people. What they did and how they did it. Also - Every. TG. Shepperd. Song. Is about fucking. All of them. They're about cheating and fucking. And fucking hard. Jesus.
I grew up on those as well and agree with how much better it was compared to today. One of my Spotify playlists is dedicated to Old Country.
I'm working on peeling wallpaper while listening to this station and I think I may stop and start drinking. Because beer.
My go-to road trip playlist is my Hank Jr. greatest hits album, Elvis, Neil Young, Conway, and yes, even a little Dolly. I am not ashamed.
YES. Hank's Pandora tends to get a little weird for me though. Somehow it links Tim McGraw. And that makes me angry. That's my perspective on today's rural pop music.
You have no idea how poor we were when I was growing up. We lived on an indian reservation for awhile, like a year or so...then moved into a trailer in the woods. My brothers and I shared a bedroom until....well. Shit. I was in sixth or seventh grade. The boys slept on beds. I slept on an army cot my dad picked up. Working in the garden and singing songs was the only way we ate for a couple of years. And chickens. We kept laying hens to keep us up in eggs.
Sing a real song. Something like "Swiiiiing loooowwwww, sweet chaaaaariots." Don't know that one? Well, what about "The Camptown Lady"?
Actually, lots of hymns. So. yeah. edit: One year my dad did some engine work for a guy who paid him in pig. Best. Idea. Ever.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII GET NO KICK FROM CHAMPAAAAAAAAAGNE oooooooh ooooh oooooooooh oooooh MERE ALCOHOL.....DOESN'T THRILL ME AT ALL.....
Searching in vain for where his ex-wife hid his nuts. In better news, I know where mine are, however, I'm not allowed to visit them. So somehow that makes me better. At least I tell myself that.
Success! Until next time procrastination, until next time. Um, I mean I'm never doing this again. And he's not ex-military. And now I can impress him the better WATERPROOF radios I got, like I planned it all along. You obviously didn't read the article I posted about how it's better for you. Certainly works for us ladies.