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7 comments:
Very nice, Alison, all three.
Well Done!
Caption?
Hey Stocky, my picture could be like, ummm, well hung but the mount in back broke.
-S. Harper
Mes amis :
Not due to constitutional package shrinkage, then?
Alison:
It was cold that night up in the foothills.
Cold and lonely as only a couple of cowboys would understand.
As the fire burned low and the cold crept into their bones, shrinkage was the least of their worries...
'Are you sure you won't tell Jean he isn't my only special friend?' was whispered in Stocky's ear.
'Naw partner, it's just between you, me and that silly hat you won't take off' came the breathless reply.
'He's got expensive tastes but I just can't quit him. I need him near me if something pops up later'
'Oh then, what am I, beef jerky?' a hurt Stocky said.
'Aw come on now, maybe I wasn't that big with my last poll but there's room for all of ya in my tent.'
'Are the wimmenfolk coming in the tent to?' asked Stocky.
'Naw, thought I'd leave 'em home and safe. Cooking, cleaning and looking after the little ones. You know, things they're good at.'
'Well, OK partner, long as we're friends in the end.'
With that we leave our cowpokes to make do as best they can.
Theirs is a hard life guiding the herd as only they know how.
Trouble is that herd has a way of stampeding off if they get wind of what's really in store for them.
Mes Amis : Oh man that is so a post. Wanna change anything first?
It was cold that night up in the windswept foothills.
Cold and lonely as only a couple of cowboys would understand.
Though the fire burned low and the cold crept into their bones, they were burning inside with that passion that cannot be named...
'Are you sure you won't tell Jean he isn't my only special friend?' was whispered in Stocky's ear.
'Naw partner, it's just between you, me and that silly hat you won't take off' came the breathless reply.
'He's got expensive tastes but I just can't quit him. I need him near me if something pops up later'
'Oh then, what am I, beef jerky?' a hurt Stocky said.
'Aw come on now, maybe I wasn't that big with my last poll but there's room for all of ya in my tent.'
'Are the wimmenfolk allowed in the tent to?' asked Stocky.
'Naw, thought I'd leave 'em home and safe. Cooking, cleaning and looking after the little ones. You know, things they're good at.'
'Well, I'm behind you all the way partner.' gasped Stocky.
With that we leave our cowpokes to make do as best they can.
Theirs is a hard life guiding the herd as only they know how.
Trouble is that herd has a way of stampeding off if they get wind of what's really in store for them.
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Just banged it out for your amusement at stupid o'clock in the morning. (I'm in EST) Tweaked it a bit to stand alone but hey, it's all yours.
After hearing the nasty smear ads I tried to imagine what you quoted on the picture as dialogue.
Maybe you should run it by some BT focus groups to see if the message gets across, just for sake of comity and fairness you understand. I'm sure they'd do the same.
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