Sunday, 14 February 2010

I told you, don't make me walk like a gunslinger

 It's no secret I've always wanted to be a cowboy. People tell me I'll never be a cowboy wearing floral dresses and drinking cups of tea but I'm pretty sure there's more to it than outfits and refreshments...

4 comments:

TimT said...

Tea pots at 100 paces. First one to let his pinky drop dies*.

*Dies a social death, that is.

TimT said...

I imagine humans have a set amount of social lives - 100, maybe? - just like cats and their nine lives, to coast them through their day-to-day embarassments.

Dale Slamma said...

I reckon I die a social death every time I leave my house...

R said...

I've never seen a cowboy wearing a floral dress, but then again, I haven't spent a lot of time in the American West and I don't own a floral dress. Yet. I do, however, own a pair of cowboy boots and I can ride a horse without falling off, so should I ever decide to take this on as an experiment, I shall write up the results and submit them for your consideration, assuming I survive the experience which, given the amount of testosterone in Texas, is doubtful.