Here's a perfect song for Boobs!
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
LOL Addy! I used the first verse of that in my sig the last two times he came home for visits.
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
One minor change to the lyric:
We'll all feel GAYER when Johnny comes marching home.
And, as Boobs would put it: tee hee.
Addy...LMAO...perfect !!!
Dtwo..tee hee
I go out shopping to prepare a nice meal, I come back, and everyone's gone!
*peeks in*
MORNIN'!
I love how churros are now a breakfast food.
You too, Poof!
Shira, the oatmeal is for you.
Churros!!
You droppin' tabs this morning, Deet?
Howdy, kids!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
Nah, just Tylenol Sinus, Tums and Diet Coke, Girly.
Morning!
Ok so I haven't been the blonde of the group anymore, but I am no longer the long haired of the group. It's gone. I cried in the salon and asked them to glue it back but they said that wasn't possible. I feel sooooo....naked.
Holy crap! How short is it?
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
Pictures.
It's not short short, but short for me! It's to my shoulders....about 8 - 9 inches gone.
How the hell did you convince him to cut it in the first place?
Mornin, All!
Cause I didn't go to him. I needed at least 3 - 4 inches cut off, just because the ends were so damaged, and I know he wouldn't do it, so I went elsewhere (plus he is majorly booked lately and I didnt feel like waiting weeks more). But the lady I did see went chop happy. Everyone seems to love it so far, but I am still sick to my stomach. I'm losing my identity.
Oh Jeezus! *smack*
Your hair, as cool as it is, is not your identity. Your b*tchy attitude is your identity, Sunshine! And that is totally intact.
hahaha, words said with love! :)
I am sure it looks fabulous, Tink! Shows off your beautiful face
Morning, peeps!
If you can still toss it and turn your back, you have not lost your identity, Tink!
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