02-23-2010, 12:54 PM
Cowboy grinned slightly, and slung his rifle over his shoulder and headed back to The Iron Maiden, his old Kenworth. The Roadies had loaded up the flatbed with god knows what, he could care less. He wasn't paid to care, he was paid to drive.
"Nice ass....nice accent, rancid attitude....I think I might like her." He chuckled to himself, warming the glowplugs on his Diesel and fired it up.
"Nice ass....nice accent, rancid attitude....I think I might like her." He chuckled to himself, warming the glowplugs on his Diesel and fired it up.
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.
