I'm talkin' about ego here. Put your filthy minds in neutral.
Miss Sarah is one of my most faithful clients. She has had anywhere from 2 to 5 horses at any given time, alway bakes me cookies, pays in cash, is from North Carolina, attractive for a middleaged woman, and just as sweet as can be.
She has always had one horse named "Bucky" who is good for the most part, but has been known to cut a shine on occasion. Well, last time I was out there Bucky was cuttin' one. I bore down and held on and he settled down, but I knew he wasn't through. He started up again and I still managed to keep his foot. Then, just to let him know I didn't appreciate his attitude I shoved him bodily against the fence (I was under a front leg).
Miss Sarah: "See there, Bucky? Better straigten up, you're messin' with 'real' cowboy!"
I ain't exactly ridin' bulls, but I'll take it. I promise not to lord the fact that I have been declared a 'real' cowboy over my brothers.
I'll just have to make sure I don't let an ARRGH! slip while I'm at Miss Sarah's.
I wonder what I have to do to be declared a 'real' pirate? I've got the wench ravishing down pretty good.....
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