Sigh… Something about an “active living” community for aging Parrotheads makes me feel old.
Sometimes I miss the days when a new, hip joint didn’t refer to surgery.
Right after FL legalized medical weed. Hmm.
Margaritaville, where everybody is tryin’ to find their lost shaker of salt.
Kinda strange name for the place, don’t ya think?
Especially considering that the first line of the chorus is, “Wastin’ away again in Magaritaville…”