then nobody'd be surfing because we'd all be under water.
At a restaurant Tuesday, Himself and I were doing the bouncy (insincere) bobbing our heads back and forth to Surfin' USA, ironic grins on our faces.
Just how baked do your beans have to be to get past the first horrible line???
Let's fluff our auras and clear away the hideous Beach Boy stench with thoughts of puppies:
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There are a couple of states that should be sunk just to get some beach-front property.
OK that must mean something it "Golden Retriever" our Golden immediately paid attention to the sound and came over and sniffed at the computer.
too cute
B
LOL, cute pup... And yeah, I'm waiting on my New Mexico beachfront property to become available... :-)
Hey now! Don't be dissing the Beach Boys. They were it until those upstart Beatles came along. :)
I would much rather listen to puppy whistles than to ever hear another Beach Boys song.
You're forgeting those fine, baked lyrics in Horse with No Name: 'Na Na Na Na-na-na-na Na nana na na', which of course were prefixed by
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain'. Baked, I'm just sayin'
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