Saturday, May 2, 2009

Here You Go

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call 
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall 
You've seen it all, you've seen it all 

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam 
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen 
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream 

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late 
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder 
I'm an under-forty victim of fate 
Arriving too late, arriving too late 

I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass 
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast 
Never meant to last, never meant to last 

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks 
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks 
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' 
Down to rock bottom again 
Just a few friends, just a few friends

Jimmy Buffet

Here you go children. Hunter, I know the only thing you're feeling tonight is hungover. I do enjoy when you told me to hold on so you could pack your bowl.  And then the cough. The cough is priceless. 
Now that you have internet access, don't get crazy. I worry you know. Even though apparently somehow I'm the bad one. That's just stupid Bob.

I Love You Man.


  1. Hey. Cool. It's back.

    Now....past that shit to the left. My horse wants some as well.

    I love you Too. Man.

    Yo Ho.

    And a bottle of Rum.

  2. What's ours is yours, and the horse you road in ons too.

    And he mentioned rum Hunter! We haven't ruined ourselves for that yet. I think until we are ready to drink red wine with the respect it deserves perhaps we should take C111's advice and stick with mojitos. Start muddling.