02-24-2010, 09:33 AM
Cowboy's eyes widened slightly as he heard that voice. He turned down his Satellite radio and turned up his CB, and picked up the Mic.
"Holy Hell, it's little miss Soviet Union." He laughed, and upshifted, going around her truck so that they were cab to cab, essentially taking up the entire highway with the two trucks. "How are you doing this fine afternoon?"
He smirked at her through the window of his truck, hoping she'd remember him.
"Holy Hell, it's little miss Soviet Union." He laughed, and upshifted, going around her truck so that they were cab to cab, essentially taking up the entire highway with the two trucks. "How are you doing this fine afternoon?"
He smirked at her through the window of his truck, hoping she'd remember him.
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.
