Yesterday I went to guitar center to get a jaw harp. According to the internet... I go in and there are six sales staff? Hey you got a jaw harp? Sure. Rack of harmonicas? Ok how about Jew Harp? Ohhhhh. We can order one. Yeah I can too. See my phone? Why does Betty want a mouth harp? Think about it. Arkansas green timber. Spooky eh? Chicken train. Ozark mountain daredevils. On the way there I saw pintails in the mud puddle by the corner of prospect and interstate. Gotcha again. Pintails here.