Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
From: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy:
(Spoken:)
I’m a thourough-bred
that’s what she said
in the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin’ buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.
We where flying high
Fining, whine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she’d let me go.
But her evaluation
of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for slavation
all night long
So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of
And we made love
WTF IS GIGGIN FROGS?!?!?!
Other then that prediciment, nothing bad. I went to the tavern tonight. Good times. *sneeze*
AND THE GIRLS SAY!
save a horse, ride a cowboy
Mike: Andy, when is the last time you washed those jeans?
Andy: 9 days ago.
Patrick: How many times have you wore them?
Andy: 9.
Everybody: (shifty eyes)
I am doing wash tomorrow. And these are my favorite jeans. And I don’t wear them for a whole day since I wear dickies at work. So shut up. Devil.
