On Our Way To Crazy

5 Responses to “kenny rogers pickled meatnormous.”

1. Kari Says: December 9th, 2006 at 8:44 am

   Where’s the one with the boys and the filthy pickle?! hehe.

2. scott Says: December 10th, 2006 at 11:04 pm

   so i’m taking it that the point and flashing metal are taking over .net pictures?

3. kari Says: December 11th, 2006 at 6:14 pm

   I laughed so hard when I saw the other pictures, especially the one of the boys dancing. Truly the greatest day of my life.

4. Jerrid Hysidlsic Says: January 27th, 2007 at 7:45 pm

   I love your song called “The Greatest”!:
   Little Boy, in a baseball hat
   Stands in the field with his ball and bat
   Says I am the greatest player of them all
   Puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball

   And the ball goes up and the ball comes down
   Swings his bat all the way around
   The world’s so still you can hear the sound
   The baseball falls to the ground

   Now the little boy doesn’t say a word
   Picks up his ball, he is undeterred
   Says I am the greatest there has ever been
   And he grits his teeth and he tries it again

   And the ball goes up and the ball comes down
   Swings his bat all the way around
   The world’s so still you can hear the sound
   The baseball falls to the ground

   He makes no excuses, He shows no fears
   He just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers

   Little boy, he adjusts his hat
   Picks up his ball, stares at his bat
   Says I am the greatest the game is on the line
   And he gives his all one last time

   And the ball goes up like the moon so bright
   Swings his bat with all his might
   And the world’s so still as still can be
   And the baseball falls, and that’s strike three

   Now it’s supper time and his mama calls
   Little boy starts home with his bat and ball
   Says I am the greatest that is a fact
   But even I didn’t know I could pitch like that

5. On Our Way To Crazy » A weekend recap. Says: June 10th, 2009 at 9:00 am

   [...] picked them up at the airport on Thursday morning and took them straight to Noshville, home of the dancing pickle and the best breakfast in town. After a good long nap and a brief incident with a busted tire, we [...]

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