There once was a magestic horse with breath of fire. He roamed the land looking for delicious cowboys to devour. The flesh of men sustained his bloodlust while he searched for his lost love. For a thousand years the kind of men feared his presence.
i’m a cowboy baaabyy… is it bad that the first thing that comes to mind is the kid rock song and very inappropriate things? i love that southern accent.
He honestly believed he was a cowboy. He bought the hat, the shoes, the spurs. He bought it all. His dreams consisted of riding his horse into the sunset, and daydreaming showdowns with his arch nemesis, Mandarin Magic. Stupid name by the way. He even admits it. But it’s what his overly conscious mind told him to call him. It wasn’t even sure what brought this on to begin with. Maybe the trip to the old abandoned town, or that one movie with that one actor who portrayed an actor that one time. he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was a cowboy. Whether other people accepted that or not, well, that was a different story.
For halloween we were a cowboy, a cowgirl, and a cowbaby. That was sixteen years ago, and I can’t help but wonder why we couldn’t have stayed as one-minded as we were at ages 4 and 1.
hey cowboy! woody’s the best cowboy ever. there’s a snake in my boot! cowboys are sort of hick like thats ok. i loved the movie oklahoma beecause the cowboys were so sweet. oooooooh the cowboy and the farmer should be friends! cowboys are also sort of dangerously badass becaue they do craaazy things on horses and they fight indians!
Tomorrow there will be something more for you to see. I promise you. Tomorrow there will be another sunset, sure, there always is. It’s out there, it’s over there. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, what you can’t see can’t eat you whole. I promise you. You are more than you know, son. Take this all with you and away. Know you’re mine. Know I’ll let it all go.
Here I was hoping we’d all just ride away for awhile. The sun would set & there’d you’d be boy, but it’s time to go home. It’s time to go home, isn’t it?
There was once a cowboy who lived with his wife in a small country home. Though he didn’t like being stuck at home, so most of the time he would be out riding with his buddies. His wife spent most of her time taking care of their three children, by herself. She was never happy with him leaving her there alone with all of the children.
the dallas cowboys need to turn around their performance in order to reach the playoffs this year. now that they fired the head coach, they have an intern that had a great game against the new york giants.
A cowboy rides horses in the Wild West. Cowboys were typically chivalrous. They also herded cattle with the help of trusty herding dogs. Cowboys usually were tight-fitting pants, shirts with buttons, and cowboy hats. Oftentimes, they also wear boots.
I see him, on occasion, in the mornings. I’m walking up the mountain to school, beating against the dust, or mud, depending on the season. I look up, usually 20 minutes in, and see him. He’s handsome, dark, half hidden under his hat. He never cat-calls, or whistles like the others, he just smiles, lifts his hat, and keeps riding.
Cowboys and indians reminds me to go back to the basics, Fundamentals of life. Like postive thinking. Did cowboys think positively? it’s tough to say. They thought tactically. And the indians they seemed positive until the trail of tears. That was pretty negative.
Country western saturday was the day that she realized that she could never be with him. although she could possibly fall for him, and he could fall for her. that was her plan.
Roy Rogers was my favorite cowboy growing up. My Italian grandmother would tell me bedtime stories in her lilting accent about Roy and Trigger and Pat Brady and “Nellie Bell.” They usually ended with Dale Evans getting killed so Roy could marry me.
I read a book about a cowboy who was a teenager and I found it interesting because I never thought of them as just like us; it was a guy who lived in Alberta and went to rodeos with his dad. His mom died and he was having regular teenage prpro
Susan always wanted to be a cowboy, but ended up working in IT, that was the first story she told Liam when she met him, and swears to this day thats what solidified the relationship
Cowboys. I think old movies, then summer camp. I was never really a cowboy (or a cowgirl for that matter). I tried. I liked riding horses, which is what I associate with cowboys. Not cows. Strangely enough. I would think of dogs before I think of cows.
What really makes a cowboy?, i ask my self? does it have to be a farm person who works with cattle? what about sheep? would they be a sheep boy??? or if i were to live in the city…i could rustle up pigeons…would i be a pigeon boy?? hmmm these are the hard hitting questions that make up the days of our lives…
He wanted it so badly. He wanted the feeling of the ranch, the quietness, the feeling of the horses nuzzling his hands or the bulls roaming. He could taste the warm, thick texas air and he could see the mud on his boots. But then he looked around, in the suit he had on and the business office he was in, and sighed.
lovely sexy rustic trees dirt saloons guns country music tight jeans mystic fun sun most of the time they are scruffy. dogs running, wheat and hay. horse shoes. wide open spaces
So strange that you give me this word because I JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE A COWBOY. I know, I don’t look the part but it’s what’s inside that counts, and in this case, my insides are made of ten gallon hats and stallions. Get at me bitch.
The cowboy limped to a large stone just beyond the cactus. He was exhausted, tired, and hurt. Without a horse or he would be stranded and starve to death or die of heat stroke within the next couple days.
The wandering cowboy, pulled out of employment by the introduction of barbed wire fences. He went to work at the meat factories, throwing both rotting flesh and rats into the basins to be grinded. He started humming, although it was difficult due to the dust swarming into hid lungs. This was what was great with the Gilded Age.
Her ice blue eyes followed him as he two stepped around the small dance floor of the bar. Beneath his dark hat was a mysterious smile that would let out a hollar of approval as the juke box changed songs. She watched with amazement as his tall mucular frame moved so swiftly yet so gracefully in his tight wrangelers. His boots never missed a beat, his bottle of beer never spilling a drop. Sadly, she glanced down into her glass, a man like that could never love her. Especially if he knew she were vampire. Sometimes she hated this curse, hated the longing to once more be human. Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t noticed his approach. He stood before her and held out his hand, startling her. How had she not heard his boots coming towards her? He continued to hold out his hand as he removed his hat with the other. She was surprised to see the reflection ice blue eyes looking at her. He flashed her a grin, allowing his fangs to show. Smiling, she reached for his cold hand. Could it be? An undead cowboy?
The dallas cowboys are America’s team, but their recent struggles have been terrible to watch. The cowboys flat out suck, spawning the firing of Wade Phillips. With a no coach and fire lit, the cowboys won a decisive game this past sunday.
A cowboy. well, i never thought I could feel this dizzy, so why should his profession change that? But still.Cowboy like swinging a rope, chasing cows and yelling “yeehaw!”? Well, just focus on that those blue, blue eyes and try to move on…
Pony up, Cowboy, this ain’t your typical rodeo.
You know I’ve got what they don’t,
On top of that I know you’re
Scared so don’t be this
Yellow bellied fuck.
Own up to who you are and
To me before I
Ride off into my own sunset
“Woah, calm down there, cowboy,” I said to him. He laughed, and I smiled, but the smile brought on sadness. The fact that I would only ever be a friend to him–one that gets jokes and has quick, witty comebacks unlike all of the other dumb girls. I looked down as his smile faded away gradually.
I wish I had met a cowboy, even though they are extinct. Instead, I met you. Used me, or perhaps just ruined me. Thank you for what I am learning. I miss you, I need to let you go.
off to the side,still against the tree,but now blackened almost beyond recognition,laid david.he was still in his superior man outfit except it was opened down the middle and he was wearing…cowboy boots?two disks were held in his right hand.”what the fu…”she said
I always wondered what it would be like to grow up a cowboy. Living on the land and rounding up the herd. I would wear chaps and saddle a horse instead of driving in my car during rush hour. I wonder how it would have been, if I lived where it all seemed to be so imaginary.
I always wonders what it would be like to grow up a cowboy.
Cowboys feature in lots of films, mostly Westerns. They stand facing each other to whistling music before shooting at each other in what is called a showdown.
Brokeback Mountain is a film about gay cowboys. It’s really actually quite sad, but highly recommendable.
there was a cowboy a long time ago who wanted to save the world. he was a great cowboy, sexy and fun. he loved a girl and they had lots of cowboy children. they all grew up and had a wonderful life together.
The cowboy was out on the prarie, once again. He never liked being a cowboy, actually. Thought it was too…well, lonely. So one day, he rode his horse in to the big city and got off his horse for the last time. he smacked it on the butt and it ran off into the sunset. He smiled. He was free.
“Ah shit, I forgot my wallet on that thing!” and the cowboy started running off chasing the horizon.
There once was a magestic horse with breath of fire. He roamed the land looking for delicious cowboys to devour. The flesh of men sustained his bloodlust while he searched for his lost love. For a thousand years the kind of men feared his presence.
i’m a cowboy baaabyy… is it bad that the first thing that comes to mind is the kid rock song and very inappropriate things? i love that southern accent.
He honestly believed he was a cowboy. He bought the hat, the shoes, the spurs. He bought it all. His dreams consisted of riding his horse into the sunset, and daydreaming showdowns with his arch nemesis, Mandarin Magic. Stupid name by the way. He even admits it. But it’s what his overly conscious mind told him to call him. It wasn’t even sure what brought this on to begin with. Maybe the trip to the old abandoned town, or that one movie with that one actor who portrayed an actor that one time. he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was a cowboy. Whether other people accepted that or not, well, that was a different story.
Standing. Alone in the bright, blinding sun. I am nobody. I’m only a man. Heat. The sun splits open my scalp. Beads dripping down, hitting my hand.
For halloween we were a cowboy, a cowgirl, and a cowbaby. That was sixteen years ago, and I can’t help but wonder why we couldn’t have stayed as one-minded as we were at ages 4 and 1.
hey cowboy! woody’s the best cowboy ever. there’s a snake in my boot! cowboys are sort of hick like thats ok. i loved the movie oklahoma beecause the cowboys were so sweet. oooooooh the cowboy and the farmer should be friends! cowboys are also sort of dangerously badass becaue they do craaazy things on horses and they fight indians!
Tomorrow there will be something more for you to see. I promise you. Tomorrow there will be another sunset, sure, there always is. It’s out there, it’s over there. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, what you can’t see can’t eat you whole. I promise you. You are more than you know, son. Take this all with you and away. Know you’re mine. Know I’ll let it all go.
Here I was hoping we’d all just ride away for awhile. The sun would set & there’d you’d be boy, but it’s time to go home. It’s time to go home, isn’t it?
There was once a cowboy who lived with his wife in a small country home. Though he didn’t like being stuck at home, so most of the time he would be out riding with his buddies. His wife spent most of her time taking care of their three children, by herself. She was never happy with him leaving her there alone with all of the children.
the dallas cowboys need to turn around their performance in order to reach the playoffs this year. now that they fired the head coach, they have an intern that had a great game against the new york giants.
A cowboy rides horses in the Wild West. Cowboys were typically chivalrous. They also herded cattle with the help of trusty herding dogs. Cowboys usually were tight-fitting pants, shirts with buttons, and cowboy hats. Oftentimes, they also wear boots.
I see him, on occasion, in the mornings. I’m walking up the mountain to school, beating against the dust, or mud, depending on the season. I look up, usually 20 minutes in, and see him. He’s handsome, dark, half hidden under his hat. He never cat-calls, or whistles like the others, he just smiles, lifts his hat, and keeps riding.
Cowboys and indians reminds me to go back to the basics, Fundamentals of life. Like postive thinking. Did cowboys think positively? it’s tough to say. They thought tactically. And the indians they seemed positive until the trail of tears. That was pretty negative.
Country western saturday was the day that she realized that she could never be with him. although she could possibly fall for him, and he could fall for her. that was her plan.
Cowboys ride horses in Arizona. They use witchcraft to get their job done. They eat fish, and run ranches.
Roy Rogers was my favorite cowboy growing up. My Italian grandmother would tell me bedtime stories in her lilting accent about Roy and Trigger and Pat Brady and “Nellie Bell.” They usually ended with Dale Evans getting killed so Roy could marry me.
I read a book about a cowboy who was a teenager and I found it interesting because I never thought of them as just like us; it was a guy who lived in Alberta and went to rodeos with his dad. His mom died and he was having regular teenage prpro
Susan always wanted to be a cowboy, but ended up working in IT, that was the first story she told Liam when she met him, and swears to this day thats what solidified the relationship
Cowboys. I think old movies, then summer camp. I was never really a cowboy (or a cowgirl for that matter). I tried. I liked riding horses, which is what I associate with cowboys. Not cows. Strangely enough. I would think of dogs before I think of cows.
What really makes a cowboy?, i ask my self? does it have to be a farm person who works with cattle? what about sheep? would they be a sheep boy??? or if i were to live in the city…i could rustle up pigeons…would i be a pigeon boy?? hmmm these are the hard hitting questions that make up the days of our lives…
He wanted it so badly. He wanted the feeling of the ranch, the quietness, the feeling of the horses nuzzling his hands or the bulls roaming. He could taste the warm, thick texas air and he could see the mud on his boots. But then he looked around, in the suit he had on and the business office he was in, and sighed.
lovely sexy rustic trees dirt saloons guns country music tight jeans mystic fun sun most of the time they are scruffy. dogs running, wheat and hay. horse shoes. wide open spaces
So strange that you give me this word because I JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE A COWBOY. I know, I don’t look the part but it’s what’s inside that counts, and in this case, my insides are made of ten gallon hats and stallions. Get at me bitch.
November 16th, 2010. 6:40pm.
The cowboy limped to a large stone just beyond the cactus. He was exhausted, tired, and hurt. Without a horse or he would be stranded and starve to death or die of heat stroke within the next couple days.
The wandering cowboy, pulled out of employment by the introduction of barbed wire fences. He went to work at the meat factories, throwing both rotting flesh and rats into the basins to be grinded. He started humming, although it was difficult due to the dust swarming into hid lungs. This was what was great with the Gilded Age.
Her ice blue eyes followed him as he two stepped around the small dance floor of the bar. Beneath his dark hat was a mysterious smile that would let out a hollar of approval as the juke box changed songs. She watched with amazement as his tall mucular frame moved so swiftly yet so gracefully in his tight wrangelers. His boots never missed a beat, his bottle of beer never spilling a drop. Sadly, she glanced down into her glass, a man like that could never love her. Especially if he knew she were vampire. Sometimes she hated this curse, hated the longing to once more be human. Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t noticed his approach. He stood before her and held out his hand, startling her. How had she not heard his boots coming towards her? He continued to hold out his hand as he removed his hat with the other. She was surprised to see the reflection ice blue eyes looking at her. He flashed her a grin, allowing his fangs to show. Smiling, she reached for his cold hand. Could it be? An undead cowboy?
The dallas cowboys are America’s team, but their recent struggles have been terrible to watch. The cowboys flat out suck, spawning the firing of Wade Phillips. With a no coach and fire lit, the cowboys won a decisive game this past sunday.
A cowboy. well, i never thought I could feel this dizzy, so why should his profession change that? But still.Cowboy like swinging a rope, chasing cows and yelling “yeehaw!”? Well, just focus on that those blue, blue eyes and try to move on…
Pony up, Cowboy, this ain’t your typical rodeo.
You know I’ve got what they don’t,
On top of that I know you’re
Scared so don’t be this
Yellow bellied fuck.
Own up to who you are and
To me before I
Ride off into my own sunset
“Woah, calm down there, cowboy,” I said to him. He laughed, and I smiled, but the smile brought on sadness. The fact that I would only ever be a friend to him–one that gets jokes and has quick, witty comebacks unlike all of the other dumb girls. I looked down as his smile faded away gradually.
I wish I had met a cowboy, even though they are extinct. Instead, I met you. Used me, or perhaps just ruined me. Thank you for what I am learning. I miss you, I need to let you go.
off to the side,still against the tree,but now blackened almost beyond recognition,laid david.he was still in his superior man outfit except it was opened down the middle and he was wearing…cowboy boots?two disks were held in his right hand.”what the fu…”she said
I always wondered what it would be like to grow up a cowboy. Living on the land and rounding up the herd. I would wear chaps and saddle a horse instead of driving in my car during rush hour. I wonder how it would have been, if I lived where it all seemed to be so imaginary.
I always wonders what it would be like to grow up a cowboy.
Cowboys feature in lots of films, mostly Westerns. They stand facing each other to whistling music before shooting at each other in what is called a showdown.
Brokeback Mountain is a film about gay cowboys. It’s really actually quite sad, but highly recommendable.
ridem cowboy!
Aimed at you, we’re the Cowboys From Hell! LOL Pantera…sorry I’m wasted.
duster, horses, hats, boots, spurs, smile, hay, teeth, laugh, dog, machine, gun, wolves, cattle, sheep
there was a cowboy a long time ago who wanted to save the world. he was a great cowboy, sexy and fun. he loved a girl and they had lots of cowboy children. they all grew up and had a wonderful life together.
The cowboy was out on the prarie, once again. He never liked being a cowboy, actually. Thought it was too…well, lonely. So one day, he rode his horse in to the big city and got off his horse for the last time. he smacked it on the butt and it ran off into the sunset. He smiled. He was free.
“Ah shit, I forgot my wallet on that thing!” and the cowboy started running off chasing the horizon.
That cowboy spirit inside takes over. Sweat beads slip down my brow. My heart pounds inside my chest. And then the gavel falls. Guilty.