I always wanted to be a cowboy, and Jedi Knights are basically cowboys in space, right?
Sheriffs, mr. Neeson. Or Pinkertons.
Sigh… This explains so much…
Cowboys. Beans, Cows, smell, testosterone, guns, rattlesnakes, dust and sleeping outside.
Nah….I likes me home comforts 🙂
Have you seen some of the off-road toys they have now a days? 😛
Of course I do have to wonder about motorbikes with A/C on them (old news, saw them in the 80s or 90s), but some people don’t ‘rough it’ when they leave the beaten path.
//Have you seen some of the off-road toys they have now a days? //
I have and I have freckled, white skin which frizzles in the sun. I bin in Arizona and Florida and it frightened me witless. I burn to a crozzle and am just not manly enough to be any kind of cowboy.
I also spent about 25 years hanging around in the back of police wagons with A-type personality males who smoked, drank, snored, swore like stevedores, spat and had sex with every woman they ever spent five minutes with, while I did not. For many a year, I felt very inadequate as a male person.
I have since discovered that perhaps some of them might have not been entirely truthful. What do I know?
I know I was tough enough, because after a couple of violent fights, no one bothered me again…but they always seemed more manly than me.
I’m an old softie now, I love my big ole soft bed in the same place and no rattlesnakes 🙂
Happy for the real men to drive the cattle….and drive them buses in space…
Heh, add red hair in my case and I too burn with very little sun.
I will have to admit to have not taken any rides in police taxis, but I ‘had’ the size and looks of a brawler so was left alone most of the time. Today bum knees means you won’t catch me walking far without a little help like a shopping cart at the store …
All I meant was that ‘roughing it’ ain’t what it was before.
Most women know these facts about men:
Height: subtract two inches.
Weight: subtract twenty pounds unless scrawny.
Statements: subtract about half as machismo-based whoppers.
Most of the cowboys I know are kind to animals and good with babies.
How do they get those cows into spacesuits? Boggles the mind. Especially since cowpats are a pretty continuous product.
Some people call me the space cowboy…
Some call me the gangster of love…
What is a pompitous of love though? 😉
I never did figure that one out. I was hoping you’d tell me.
No, space cowboys were on Firefly.
I always wanted to be a [movie] cowboy
There. Fixed that for you.
I grew up a cowboy. I lived the life. That’s why I became a computer programmer, a statistician, and a lawyer.
Indoor jobs rule, thank you very much!
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