This is what happens when a rancher gets sick and tired of chasing fat boys around in the green grass. he builds a whole new fricken five wire fence in a day. Try it now suckers
It’s Adult Fun (1933 edition)
Where was she when I was at Ginny’s?
Dewey needs a little honky tonk girl!!!!!
p.s. This is what queenie will look like in ten years hahahahhahahahahahaha LOL!!!
Friends, when you’re thinking about the music blog that brings you joy of a twangy variety, won’t you think about giving Both Kinds of Music (aka countryandwestern) a little love in the directory this week? Do it for the kids.
Sweet pic got to love the little cowboys!!!
The story of the horny beast!!!!!
Once upon a time there was this baby calve born to some proud rancher in western dakota. It was stated to be age and source verified to be a bull calve born from his dam who was a hereford decent and sire was of an angus decent. He grew up bucking and jumping all around the pasture having a blast with all his little play mates. With the closing of the spring time came branding time. This is when (Spot JR.) became nervous and he could sense that he was just coming into man hood, but little did he know he was soon to loose his man hood. AT the end of the day he found himself not a bull but really a steer. He was sore and just wanted to lay around. Summer time came and gone and he healed up phenomially, growing into steer hood. Fall time was now here and he and his little play mates were taken away from there mothers in order for them to grow and become one among themselves. After weaning time they were loaded up in a truck and hauled to town where they heard lots of hollering and jiberish sounds that came from humans. It sounded something like this. “I got 40 now, 40 now, 40 now, who give me 45? I got 45 now, 45 now, 45 now, who will give 50? going once…. going twice…. sold to bidder 92. As Spot jr. now has a new home, still in western dakotas, and is still with his play mates also. The previous proud rancher seemed to either forget or got lazy and did not do the proper hygene tatics to him. Sure he had all his shots and was in healthy manner but he had one blemish about him that none of his other play mates had. It was the evil hiddious looking black long thick deep bodied horns above his head. He was casts as the ”RANCHERO DEVIL FROM WEST OF THE RIVER”. Jr.’s new owners felt bad for him but could not do anything for the winter time had set in and not wanting to hurt or harm him (cause infection to grow from inclimate weather) they left the hornied beast be still spring time. He is now a full grown animal at roughly one year of age and still horny as ever. The weather has cleared and now the new proud rancher has decided to do some well needed grooming. Spot Jr. went under the knife and had the devils horns removed. sure he bellered and blew snot all over the rancher but was a very manly steer in the silencer chute and took it like a champ. He also spurted blood five foot in the air covering the poor cow poke from head to toe. The ranch hand then, with his quick wits and cat like moves, grabbed the hot branding iron and coterized the bleeding wound. Finally the hand poured some blood stopping powder all over the area to insure no more blood lose would happen. Spot jr. was once again sore but this time was more steerly he didn’t need to lay down. He is now recovering fine and happy the surgery went well and he can look normal just like the rest of his play mates.
The moral of the story is “If your horny take care of the situation“ This rancher will be happy to guide certain individuals to the proper techinques to take care of this order!!!!! hehe LMAO!!!!
“my ceiling the sky, my carpet the grass,
my music the lowing of herds as they pass;
my books are the brooks, my sermons the stones,
my parson’s a wolf on a pulpit of bones.”
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— allen mccanless (cowboy poet), 1885 (via cosmic-dust :crystalcanyon) (via reverberating) (via cowgirl) |
