Let us all yell about Cowboy Man Love, and then a couple of days later, lets all yell about the same exact Cowboy Man Love yelling the same exact things. Makes sense to me. You know, there is something to be said for consistency. And, supposedly, if you repeat something three times, they say you will never forget it. So, we are only one more poached thread away from having this a permanent stain on the Nacle. BCC, where are you when we need you?

Wait, wait, there is one slightly different thing: the actor who so eloquently portrayed Cowboy Man Love thinks anyone who doesn't think the way he thinks is "hilarious and very immature". As opposed to prancing around in tights, anachronistically jousting to a remix of Queen's We Will Rock You and waltzing to David Bowie's Golden Years. Which is the epitome of maturity and aplomb. As is cheating on your wife with an old boyfriend, possibly infecting her with whatever you picked up on your cattle rustling rendezvous. Now there is maturity for you.

P.S. Just for good measure, Pris, the scarified hipster, wants you to know he hates bigots. So, be warned, you bigot Mormon Red Staters.


Ivan Wolfe said... @ January 12, 2006 at 9:01 AM

They're sheepherders, not cowboys!

Clark Goble said... @ January 12, 2006 at 10:37 AM

But do they like pudding?

Snarkimus Prime said... @ January 12, 2006 at 11:08 AM

Only flan.

a random John said... @ January 12, 2006 at 3:18 PM

Puddim in Brazil is what others call flan.

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