Three Hundred Sixty Turn!

Backie!

It has been a while SOD

Hot ginger and dynamite There's nothing but that at night Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. The way they can entertain Would hurry a hurricane Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky wacky Woo. In Fujiama You get a mama Then your troubles increase. In some pagoda She orders soda Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece. They kissy and huggy nice Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price. Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. Now when the day is warm You can keep in form With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol. Every gentle man Has to use a fan And they only use suspenders in the fall. That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs. Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres. They give you a carriage free The horse is a Japanee Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. They sit you upon the floor No wonder your pants get sore Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. With Sweet Kimoner I pulled a boner I kept it up at high speed. I got rhumatics And then psyatics Halatosisis, that's guarenteed. You just have to act your age Or wind up inside a cage Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea You can rest all day by the hickory tree But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee, Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me. Those pretty mamas In pink pyjamas They try to give you a kiss Those torid teases In B.V.D.ses Heaven help a sailor on a night like this! Not too gentle and not too rough But you've got to tell them when you've had enough Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo.

Django Reinhardt Version (even Better)

Ferd at the Bird

This is my friend Bransford taking somebody on the jib runs that we ski in the spring time at Snowbird. It's like a big Mt. Bogus.

TGIS

Fall Break, pshaw!

While we wait for Travis to deluge us with stories from España, look where I went:



That's right, gay ol' Paris (there's a P behind that tree). They had tons of:



ART! And culture and shit. It was stormy in the Tetons too!



Then it was pretty!



Then it was rainy!

TGIF

Shredderboat

Check me out I'm totally famous

One rut jump backie, and zero tall tees and somehow I'm still a finalist.

Goes To College

Andrew Link