Martin Limited-Edition D-200 Deluxe Acoustic Guitar Natural

My great grandchildren will love this thing when it's paid off. Thanks Guitar Center!!!

It's just about filled up with the pennies now, and it's so heavy that I should have thought about why I was doing this, but at the time it just seemed like the right thing to do because you really don't want to play an instrument like this, at least that's what the saleswoman said. I'll need to take the strings off to get the pennies out because they're easier to put in than get out, and this safety feature was an added extra I thought about in regard to loss when I began loading it.

When I sold my wife, 6 children, and mother and law to the Mexican cartel to buy this skateboard I was really hoping it would have wheels instead it had gears and when I tried to kickflip the body collapsed Martin why would you make a skateboard hollow. I ended up using the crushed body as a sled and it works well but not as a skateboard martin I want my money back not my wife or kids just the money.

Certainly! Here's an expanded, nuanced, and engaging fanfic about Bubba, focusing on character and atmosphere while keeping the story respectful and entertaining: The showers at Ironwood Penitentiary were always loud-a constant chorus of running water, echoing voices, and the occasional clatter of soap on tile. For new inmates, the first trip to the showers was a rite of passage, and the stories they'd heard about Bubba only made the experience more daunting. Bubba was a legend in these halls. Towering over most men, his skin seemed to glisten perpetually, as if he'd just stepped out of a vat of oil. Some said he used baby oil to keep his skin slick, others joked he sweated it out. Either way, when Bubba entered the showers, people noticed. Today, a new arrival named Tommy stood at the edge of the showers, clutching his towel like a lifeline. He'd heard the stories-everyone had. Bubba's reputation was larger than life, and Tommy's nerves were frayed. He stepped under the spray, eyes darting, trying to blend in. Bubba caught sight of him instantly. With a slow, deliberate stride, he made his way over, water beading and rolling off his massive frame. The other inmates parted like the Red Sea, giving Bubba a wide berth. He stopped right beside Tommy, who tried to look anywhere but at the imposing figure next to him. "First day, huh?" Bubba's voice was deep but not unkind. Tommy nodded, swallowing hard. Bubba grinned, his teeth flashing white against his dark, shiny skin. "Don't worry, kid. Everybody's nervous their first time. Just keep your head up and your eyes forward." Tommy managed a shaky laugh, surprised by the gentle tone. Bubba reached over, giving Tommy a friendly pat on the back-maybe a little too firm, but not threatening. "You'll get used to it. Just don't drop the soap, and you'll be fine," Bubba said with a wink, echoing the old joke that made the rounds in every prison. As the days passed, Tommy realized that Bubba's reputation was more myth than reality. Sure, he was intimidating, but he was also the unofficial guardian of the showers. If someone tried to start trouble, Bubba was there to break it up. If an inmate was struggling, Bubba would offer a word of advice or a helping hand. One afternoon, Tommy saw Bubba step in when two older inmates cornered a newcomer. Bubba's presence alone was enough to send them scattering. He turned to the new guy, offering a towel and a reassuring smile. "You're safe here," he said. "Just stick to the rules." Over time, Tommy and Bubba struck up an unlikely friendship. Bubba shared stories about his life before prison-about his family, his love for cooking, and the mistakes that landed him behind bars. Tommy listened, grateful for the companionship and the sense of protection Bubba provided. In the harsh world of Ironwood, Bubba was both a legend and a lifeline. He taught Tommy that even in the toughest places, kindness could shine through-sometimes in the form of a big, oily man who watched your back in the prison shower.

i had to sell 4 acres of my skin, my heart, one kidney, my heart, and my lungs, and my children to afford this. I am so happy, Smoke on the Water could never sound better. I am surprised how cheap this is for such a high-quality guitar.

I've been looking for a watch to charge on the charging stand my singer's wife got me for our Christmas polyanna. Much to my chagrin, the watch that comes with this guitar is not a smart watch. Total waste of time.