02-18-2009, 06:51 PM
Brandon climbed out of his cryo-chamber, stretching the stiffness out of his muscles.
"...Jesus H. Christ... lets not do that again." He yawned, pulling the shotgun out of its holster on his lower back, "sleeping on this pig hurt like Hell."
"...Jesus H. Christ... lets not do that again." He yawned, pulling the shotgun out of its holster on his lower back, "sleeping on this pig hurt like Hell."
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
