a cowboy – n. the reason cowboy films are so good, i.e. they are figures of mystique, they live their lives in remote places tending to their herds.
Duncan
Cowboys. While often typically stereotypically represented in Westerns, many of us forget to think about their origins.
Akane
Is the grandest of all beings on the open plains of the west. He can be seen coming over the horizon on his trusty horse and has married a native woman. Coming into town he arranges to destroy the villains near and becomes the hailed and totted sheriff. Finally, he progresses to get drunk and becomes the villain, beginning the cycle over again.
Jean-Paul
it’s not something very nice if you think that is about animals and especially cows. but if you think at the muscles you will notice the nice ass and a very big horse. so if you date with a cowboy be sure that he is clean
andreea
the cowboy stood and watched the sun set, leaning on the picket fence. HE thought about the horses he would have to shoe, the upcoming cattledrive and how he still didn’t have enough money to buy spurs that he really didn’t want because he liked his horse, Bud. He took a slug of whiskey and sighed, for aouther day ended.
Kale Lenshurr
Western, brutish, macho, dated, on the draw, dusty, chaps….
A real turn on.
Ghostly Whispers
cow skin hat horse leathers check shirt. indians with nows and arrows. Wild west. guns. bar. yellow bellied lilly livered. Cowbay boots and spurs. Rodeo .
Lizzie Hard
I’ve heard about the “cowboy blues,” and I wonder just what causes a cowboy to get the blues. Maybe a lost cow? Chaffing? Skin damage?
hw
Cowboys are rugged, strong, masculine and enigmatic. They’re the ultimate turn-on for girls and guys alike… lol at Lizzie Hard.
Cowboy Dude
YEE-HAW! That’s in some song… “Now come on girl, yee-haw!” but I can’t think what it is. Maybe a rap song… or maybe it’s N’Sync’s “Space Cowboy” which is probably more related to cowboys. But I don’t think it is. I can hear it in my head, I just can’t think what it’s from.
awont
I used to play with little plastic cowboys and indians at my grandpa’s house. The cowboys always won because they had rifles and pistols. The indians only had flimsy bow and arrows and tomahawks.
jm
cowboys and indians, a game I never played. Cowyboy up , a silly phrase, a cowboy is a person wo is still pretending as an adult. Cowbys, singers of songs on the praries — how did they take care of a guitar on the trail? I’d imagin it would ruin it…
summerdragon
is it always cowoy?
aw. reminds me of Texas. texas texas capital t e x a s. texas texas is the place for me.
i… cant say i really miss it all that much though.
nice move for me. i like big huge cities better.
i think.
mexico is quite interesting.
not at all the idea of donkeys, tequila and… well tequila yep. :) eeeeverybody loves tequila
thais
A really cool guy. He rides horses. He shoots. He’s cool.
I’d like to be one.
I have four horses. I’m getting off subject on purpose.
Opps, time’s up. Bye!
butt monkey
Jack Mower
There the dust blew, over the rolling plains of dirt and brown and hot, hot air.
The sky was high above, the sun a large orange orb of heat.
Below, amid the clouds of dust and dirt and sand stood a cowboy, dressed head to toe in warm, beaten leather and brown.
The world was a warm place.
His face as weathered as his clothes, standing under the beaten sun. A cowboy.
Jessa
the last frontier. he rides and rides. The famed archetype of the American politics he no longer represents the freedom he enjoys. He is now a corporate cowboy, cigarette in mouth and label on his back.
Spyro
a cowboy was walking down the lane on his white horse when the bandit in the saloon hollered out. “cowboy,” he says “you;d best leave this town if you know what’s good.”
“well,” said cowboy, “in case you didn’t see the Survivor a couple seasons ago, it’s ‘cao boi.'”
lundy
Cowboy. Hot dusty cattledrives! Texas football. Oklahoma State University. The guy from Village People.
Red Dog
He sits on the subway, not even bothered by all the stares he garners. He’s been through this before.
Such is the life of a man wearing a ten gallon hat and a thong on his way to work in the morning. The Time’s Square commute is brutal.
Hitching up his guitar, he begins to tune it while wondering what life would be like if he tried to keep this profession up in Texas.
Henevieve
from the west..harrd working parties hard works harder loves the land hates the cattle cares for his horse, enjoys dating girls all kinds, shapes and colors
gmah
I’ve always wanted to be a cowboy..no I retract that.
I always wanted to do a cowboy.
Those leather boots, the leathery hands, and the spurs…oh those shiny metal spurs that glint and jingle.
With or without a horse…I’ve always wanted a cowboy.
Cinful
This is a world full of cowboys and ranch dressing. Sing a heralded song of the girls who left their farmer boys back in the pastures and grazing lands while the people of the village sang merry tunes and stitched new calico-print dresses. I wonder if I was supposed to enter my email before the timer rang.
Bhakti
The cowboy hiked up his pants and pulled on his boots, getting ready for the long day ahead of him. He looked out on the horizon and saw the red sunrise, the sky beginning to lighten. He was up early, always was, and would continue to do so as long as he lived. That was his life, the cowboy’s life on the farm, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “It’s a good day,” was his simple thought. He walked towards his beautiful black horse.
Cil
He is someone who opens doors for women; says thank you and yes please, very manly man. He would be someone who is a proctector for his friends and mate. Someonw who tips his hat when coming upon someone down the street. He would pull the chair out for his date at a restaurant. Least of all, he would look good riding that big black bronco while swinging his hat while in a rodeo contest. People would be shouting and howing for him to beat the time on this horse as beads of sweat roll down his clean-shaven cheeks. After the show, he would limply walk back into the stable and brush this fine horse with a soft brush while talking sweetly; telling the horse what a fine job they both did during the excitement of it all.
mary jo
Cowboy Bebop!
amias
There was a cowboy who liked to eat red velvet cake and he went down to the river and caught a fish. He asked the fish to make it rain. The fish was red and could do nothing to help the cowboy.
Sarra
the cowboy liked to kill indians but they were NOT fond of this he took a liking to the torment the indians gave him and in retaliation he would rape and pilage the villages and women that came with it, eventually his corpse was found with an aerohead impaled in hhis skull now one was to worried about it
lins
I was loved a boy from cowboy land. He broke my heart, but Jesus put it back together. I still love cowboys, except not cowboys. I like Southern boys more than cowboys.
Mish
HEnry was a cowboy… he hated cows.. but he was boy.. he had a friend who was a cowgirl and she loved henry.. but henry was too preoccupied to pay attention to either cows or cowgirl coz he was gay! he was only interested in boys! whether
rimmy
are fucking man!
vasya
he rode off into the blue, not realizing that there was nothing more out there for him. He was wasting his time, he would realize later, but that was far from his mind. He wanted out, way out into that blue and he would dream dark dreams of red and black. He was longing for seas.
Allanna
She’s not wearing any underpants?
I know, said Bill, that’s my favorite thing about 50 year olds.
50? I thought she was 30, maybe 45 max.
Fuck. If she was 30, I’d have fucked her with her jeans on.
Jameson Downes
Cowboys are so awesome. There so cool. I used to wish i was a cowboy. Who didn’t. I also use to wish to be a truck driver in kindergaten. In my defence, i thought it was as constructino worker….witch isn’t much better haha.
Andrew Helander
funny looking hats and tight blue jeans. cigarette smoke, chewing tobacco, and a cold beer. dirty hands, sweaty brows, and leather skin.
miss peachy pie
The cowboy was running along, wind through his hair… then he suddenly sat up, sweat dripping from his chin;
“mum, can you please get me some water?”
His mum was there in seconds, holding a bowl so he could vomit into it. “I was having the best, mum, the best!”
macey
He used to have his display name as Job For A Cowboy. I never knew it was a band. After that, I never understood what was so special about it, y’know to have it as a display name. & why a cowboy if he says he’s a pirate?!
V.
Ooh Cowboys! cute ones, like Jesse the vaquero…well, he’s more on the hott side, cute like Woody, na.
and that’s all i got when you aren’t involved. ugh.
half
sleek tall muscular epitome manliness, a cowboy stand alone no time for the nuances of life. just riding around on his trusty steed lookin this and searching. in his mind he is never whole
Johnathan
Cowboys again. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s always the same old thing. Even on oneword.com all I get is cowboys. I’d like to see the archives, but I’ve got to write about cowboys again. I wish I could write about something different. Next time I’ll write about whatever I want, even if I still get cowboys.
Zephyrly
the cowboy looked down the bar. it wasn’t much of an establishment, but it was familiar. almost like home. perhaps more of a home than where his bed lay. such was life in these times. home wasn’t even home anymore.
a cowboy – n. the reason cowboy films are so good, i.e. they are figures of mystique, they live their lives in remote places tending to their herds.
Cowboys. While often typically stereotypically represented in Westerns, many of us forget to think about their origins.
Is the grandest of all beings on the open plains of the west. He can be seen coming over the horizon on his trusty horse and has married a native woman. Coming into town he arranges to destroy the villains near and becomes the hailed and totted sheriff. Finally, he progresses to get drunk and becomes the villain, beginning the cycle over again.
it’s not something very nice if you think that is about animals and especially cows. but if you think at the muscles you will notice the nice ass and a very big horse. so if you date with a cowboy be sure that he is clean
the cowboy stood and watched the sun set, leaning on the picket fence. HE thought about the horses he would have to shoe, the upcoming cattledrive and how he still didn’t have enough money to buy spurs that he really didn’t want because he liked his horse, Bud. He took a slug of whiskey and sighed, for aouther day ended.
Western, brutish, macho, dated, on the draw, dusty, chaps….
A real turn on.
cow skin hat horse leathers check shirt. indians with nows and arrows. Wild west. guns. bar. yellow bellied lilly livered. Cowbay boots and spurs. Rodeo .
I’ve heard about the “cowboy blues,” and I wonder just what causes a cowboy to get the blues. Maybe a lost cow? Chaffing? Skin damage?
Cowboys are rugged, strong, masculine and enigmatic. They’re the ultimate turn-on for girls and guys alike… lol at Lizzie Hard.
YEE-HAW! That’s in some song… “Now come on girl, yee-haw!” but I can’t think what it is. Maybe a rap song… or maybe it’s N’Sync’s “Space Cowboy” which is probably more related to cowboys. But I don’t think it is. I can hear it in my head, I just can’t think what it’s from.
I used to play with little plastic cowboys and indians at my grandpa’s house. The cowboys always won because they had rifles and pistols. The indians only had flimsy bow and arrows and tomahawks.
cowboys and indians, a game I never played. Cowyboy up , a silly phrase, a cowboy is a person wo is still pretending as an adult. Cowbys, singers of songs on the praries — how did they take care of a guitar on the trail? I’d imagin it would ruin it…
is it always cowoy?
aw. reminds me of Texas. texas texas capital t e x a s. texas texas is the place for me.
i… cant say i really miss it all that much though.
nice move for me. i like big huge cities better.
i think.
mexico is quite interesting.
not at all the idea of donkeys, tequila and… well tequila yep. :) eeeeverybody loves tequila
A really cool guy. He rides horses. He shoots. He’s cool.
I’d like to be one.
I have four horses. I’m getting off subject on purpose.
Opps, time’s up. Bye!
butt monkey
There the dust blew, over the rolling plains of dirt and brown and hot, hot air.
The sky was high above, the sun a large orange orb of heat.
Below, amid the clouds of dust and dirt and sand stood a cowboy, dressed head to toe in warm, beaten leather and brown.
The world was a warm place.
His face as weathered as his clothes, standing under the beaten sun. A cowboy.
the last frontier. he rides and rides. The famed archetype of the American politics he no longer represents the freedom he enjoys. He is now a corporate cowboy, cigarette in mouth and label on his back.
a cowboy was walking down the lane on his white horse when the bandit in the saloon hollered out. “cowboy,” he says “you;d best leave this town if you know what’s good.”
“well,” said cowboy, “in case you didn’t see the Survivor a couple seasons ago, it’s ‘cao boi.'”
Cowboy. Hot dusty cattledrives! Texas football. Oklahoma State University. The guy from Village People.
He sits on the subway, not even bothered by all the stares he garners. He’s been through this before.
Such is the life of a man wearing a ten gallon hat and a thong on his way to work in the morning. The Time’s Square commute is brutal.
Hitching up his guitar, he begins to tune it while wondering what life would be like if he tried to keep this profession up in Texas.
from the west..harrd working parties hard works harder loves the land hates the cattle cares for his horse, enjoys dating girls all kinds, shapes and colors
I’ve always wanted to be a cowboy..no I retract that.
I always wanted to do a cowboy.
Those leather boots, the leathery hands, and the spurs…oh those shiny metal spurs that glint and jingle.
With or without a horse…I’ve always wanted a cowboy.
This is a world full of cowboys and ranch dressing. Sing a heralded song of the girls who left their farmer boys back in the pastures and grazing lands while the people of the village sang merry tunes and stitched new calico-print dresses. I wonder if I was supposed to enter my email before the timer rang.
The cowboy hiked up his pants and pulled on his boots, getting ready for the long day ahead of him. He looked out on the horizon and saw the red sunrise, the sky beginning to lighten. He was up early, always was, and would continue to do so as long as he lived. That was his life, the cowboy’s life on the farm, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “It’s a good day,” was his simple thought. He walked towards his beautiful black horse.
He is someone who opens doors for women; says thank you and yes please, very manly man. He would be someone who is a proctector for his friends and mate. Someonw who tips his hat when coming upon someone down the street. He would pull the chair out for his date at a restaurant. Least of all, he would look good riding that big black bronco while swinging his hat while in a rodeo contest. People would be shouting and howing for him to beat the time on this horse as beads of sweat roll down his clean-shaven cheeks. After the show, he would limply walk back into the stable and brush this fine horse with a soft brush while talking sweetly; telling the horse what a fine job they both did during the excitement of it all.
Cowboy Bebop!
There was a cowboy who liked to eat red velvet cake and he went down to the river and caught a fish. He asked the fish to make it rain. The fish was red and could do nothing to help the cowboy.
the cowboy liked to kill indians but they were NOT fond of this he took a liking to the torment the indians gave him and in retaliation he would rape and pilage the villages and women that came with it, eventually his corpse was found with an aerohead impaled in hhis skull now one was to worried about it
I was loved a boy from cowboy land. He broke my heart, but Jesus put it back together. I still love cowboys, except not cowboys. I like Southern boys more than cowboys.
HEnry was a cowboy… he hated cows.. but he was boy.. he had a friend who was a cowgirl and she loved henry.. but henry was too preoccupied to pay attention to either cows or cowgirl coz he was gay! he was only interested in boys! whether
are fucking man!
he rode off into the blue, not realizing that there was nothing more out there for him. He was wasting his time, he would realize later, but that was far from his mind. He wanted out, way out into that blue and he would dream dark dreams of red and black. He was longing for seas.
She’s not wearing any underpants?
I know, said Bill, that’s my favorite thing about 50 year olds.
50? I thought she was 30, maybe 45 max.
Fuck. If she was 30, I’d have fucked her with her jeans on.
Cowboys are so awesome. There so cool. I used to wish i was a cowboy. Who didn’t. I also use to wish to be a truck driver in kindergaten. In my defence, i thought it was as constructino worker….witch isn’t much better haha.
funny looking hats and tight blue jeans. cigarette smoke, chewing tobacco, and a cold beer. dirty hands, sweaty brows, and leather skin.
The cowboy was running along, wind through his hair… then he suddenly sat up, sweat dripping from his chin;
“mum, can you please get me some water?”
His mum was there in seconds, holding a bowl so he could vomit into it. “I was having the best, mum, the best!”
He used to have his display name as Job For A Cowboy. I never knew it was a band. After that, I never understood what was so special about it, y’know to have it as a display name. & why a cowboy if he says he’s a pirate?!
Ooh Cowboys! cute ones, like Jesse the vaquero…well, he’s more on the hott side, cute like Woody, na.
and that’s all i got when you aren’t involved. ugh.
sleek tall muscular epitome manliness, a cowboy stand alone no time for the nuances of life. just riding around on his trusty steed lookin this and searching. in his mind he is never whole
Cowboys again. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s always the same old thing. Even on oneword.com all I get is cowboys. I’d like to see the archives, but I’ve got to write about cowboys again. I wish I could write about something different. Next time I’ll write about whatever I want, even if I still get cowboys.
the cowboy looked down the bar. it wasn’t much of an establishment, but it was familiar. almost like home. perhaps more of a home than where his bed lay. such was life in these times. home wasn’t even home anymore.