Kentucky: One of the last great inland sea turtle playgrounds.
Wading out in the shallows for 3 days was the tricky part.
Different type, but it sure does work. I got a script for flexeril every 8 hours and a refill on the bottle. If I take that many a day, I'll be in own personal
DisneyLand. All this stuff should just be over the counter. Amazing.
Well they are doing an update to POTC guessing that's why it'll be closed Oct 9th, it'll be cool to see it on the 8th during
MNSSHP and then on the 10th to see just how diff it'll be, heard the rumor is a mermaid attack scene, as always I'm excited
I didn't see that, but yeah, we will make sure to ride that a few time at the first MNSSHP.
Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.

][/B]
My Jolly Sailor Bold Lyrics
Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandise, and gold,
True love has grafted my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is a smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.