Originally Posted By goodgirl Cowboy/Cowgirl name: Tess Horse: own/rent/allergic (check one) - Own Name of horse: Cough Drop (she's a little hoarse) Special skills (such as shootin', cussin' or spittin'): I make a mean pot o' beans! Color/style of hat: Light brown, very expensive. Matches my Coach saddle bags. Distinctive marks: Yes. I graduated grammar school summa cum laude. Facial hair: Beard/moustache/five-o'clock shadow/NA Not since that laser work last fall. Cowboy catch phrase: Speak your mind, but ride a fast horse. One thing ya cain't stand: Dust Are ya wanted in any states? If'n so, what fer? Nope. I'm law abidin'
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan >>Where in the heck is Whiskers McWhiskey?! Let's get this posse movin'!<< Alright, alright. It was a late night at the saloon, an' my skull feels like it was on the underside of an overloaded hay wagon. So, we can commense to saddlin' up so long as ev'ryone agrees that we'll do so nice and quiet like. I know that's a breach of posse etiquette, but I shore would be much abliged.
Originally Posted By Yahtzee Nay Nay WHAT!!!! WHAT DID HE SAY??!?!?!?! I DIDN'T HEAR HIM!!!!! I'LL BET IF I JUST KEEP YELLING SOMEONE WILL TELL ME WHAT HE SAID!!!!
Originally Posted By DlandDug >>Name of horse: Cough Drop (she's a little hoarse)...<< Tess, you are in contempt of humor...!
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!!! I almost fergot -- we need a volunteer will'n to ride back to town and fetch help iff'n the low down polecats what we're after should put up more of a ruckas than we're anticipatin. We're also gonna need us a good scout, someone to ride way up ahead and figgur out which-a-way them there bad guys is a-headin'. Volunteers? Please list your related experience.
Originally Posted By DlandDug Back to town? Would this involve holding down the fort? On, say, the couch? WIth snacks and the remote? ME! I'M THERE!
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan EXPERIENCE, dagnabbit!!! Like say you was once r'sponsible fer tracking down some ornery clod hopper what stole yer favorite lasso. And ya didn't have no clues, but you was able to ride on after him anyhow and find him after follerin' him fer days and askin' folks along the way if they'd seen him, you was able to finally corner him. With only 4 bullets left, you had him trapped in a box canyon, and you was able to fire off a round, dislodge a huge boulder and squash that no account thief inta one big flapjack. Now that there is just an example, ya see. But iff'n you had some tale like that to tell, that's what I'm a-lookin' fer.
Originally Posted By avimagine If it's not too late already.... Cowboy/Cowgirl name: The Grating One Horse: own/rent/allergic (check one): OWNED, for my robust stance, I have a pack of a bakers dozen Clydesdale pulling a rather primative carraige I call "Gullywumper" Names of horses: 1. Appleseed 2. Merla-Mae 3. Winston 4. Magnum 5. Aye-Bee-Sea 6. Roanoake 7. Wushingtonne 8. Lyncoln 9. Miss A. Sippee 10. Dawg Tyred 11. Biggun 12. Pokeye 13. Fred Plus the race-bred donkey who goes ahead to signal the all clear as an advanced scout 14. Stu Bourne Special skills (such as shootin', cussin' or spittin'): veggin' and procrastinatin' Color/style of hat: Blue and white with a leaf of a Maple tree on it. Distinctive marks: 18" scar across chest, scars on arms, dimple but I ain't allowed to tell you where. Facial hair: Beard/moustache/five-o'clock shadow/NA: Clean shaven smooth, as a babies... Cowboy catch phrase: "Clang Clang Clang goes the carraige, slam, slam, slam goes the lump rapped in a carpet" One thing ya cain't stand: Standin' Are ya wanted in any states? If'n so, what fer?: Sanity for adding "in" to the official state name. California for MIA this year Hawaii for lookin' too much like King K Alaska for being mistaken as Palin's pardner Illinois for lookin' like a President New York, for pointin' out the Lady is from France need I go on? Rule 1: There are no rules Rule 2: Rules are meant to be broken Rule 3: We will rise from the grave and haunt anyone who dares utter the words "Six Sigma"
Originally Posted By TiggerPooh1973 Um.....I knows wurr we can be findin' us sum whiskey. Do ya reckon that'll be helpin?
Originally Posted By RoadTrip My wife is part Injun too! She ALWAYS wants to do the Scoutin'! (Not BSing... on her Dad's side.)
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan Oh, and we're gonna need a coupla' good songs fer around the campfire. After a hard day's travelin', it does a body good to sing fer a bit. So, go ahead and share yer songs here...
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cow pies. They stink and they smell, and they don't fit in well. . . . . .at parties. . . . . .
Originally Posted By u k fan "Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam And I'll show you a dirty front room"!!!
Originally Posted By Lisann22 Oh, give us land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence us in. Let us ride through the wide open country that we love, Don't fence the Posse in. Let me be with my posse in the evenin' breeze, And listen to the murmur of an ole' McWhiskey sneeze, Send us off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence us in. Just turn us loose, let me straddle my old saddle Underneath the western skies. On my TwentyTwo, let me wander over yonder Till I see the mountains rise. I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences And gaze at the moon till Litter loses her senses And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences Don't fence us in. Oh, give us land, lots of land under starry skies, Don't fence us in. Let us ride through the wide open country that we love, Don't fence us in. Let me be with my Posse in the evenin' breeze And listen to the results of goodgirls beans. Send us off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence us in. Just turn us loose, let me straddle my old saddle Underneath the western skies On my TwentyTwo, let me wander over yonder Till I see the mountains rise. We want to ride to the ridge where the west commences And gaze at the moon till Yahtzee Nay Nay makes senses. And we can't eat churros and we can't stand fences Don't fence us in. No. Posse, don't you fence me in!
Originally Posted By Yahtzee Nay Nay LOL! Great song! Just getting to the last verse. Uhhhh.... HEY!!! I'm really good at navigation. See we need to go this a way. Wait, no, I was reading the map upside down. Darn it. Where's my tent. I swore this was where I left it. So is the moon SUPPOSED to rise in the west?
