When I went to my accounting class last Friday the last thing that was on my mind was making money, (ok maybe not the last thing) but some how I miraculously left my accounting class with ten dollars and a promise to go to the St George rodeo! My teacher and I have been having an ongoing conversations about breast cancer research and how important is to find a cure. I of course feel it is of up-most importance to save everything related to Hoohas and I made my point very clear to my accounting teacher. So after that conversation he mentions to me that I need to go to the breast cancer rodeo, and I of course respond “I don’t think I have to funds to allocate to that specific t account at this time”
he said that’s ok “I will donate ten dollars and you can credit Owners Equity for an investment”
I said, “Hell if there are no notes payable than steers and queers hear I come!!!” To be honest I don’t actually think there is anything gay about rodeos I just think the Texans in them are a little fruity (Rob Cowart reference ;P jk).
So I call up a cute little girl named Syd that I believed would make any event exciting even if that event were snail racing (bad example because snail racing would be pretty kick ass!).
If there is one reason for loving rodeos I has to be the fact that I get to wear a cowboy hat!!! And damn do I look good in a cowboy hat; especially if it is a custom made J.W. gifted to me by my beloved father.
After haggling a time to depart on our rodeo adventure I picked up my date at six thirty and headed towards bull hay-ven (yup lame joke)…We made it into the rodeo without much of fuss (I did have to gun a man down with my two finger revolver for looking at me the wrong way…. POW!!!) We arrived a little bit too early; there is nothing worse on a date than arriving early we still had an hour and half till the rodeo actually started, and to help matters out she wasn’t hungry. What I wouldn’t of given for that forced awkward chewing that that only food can bring, it lets a man find his conversational center. But never fear my motor mouth came through in full stride and before you know it the rodeo begins with the thunder of hoofs. Unfortunately the thunder was more from the sky than that of large animal hoofs, and a windy rainy storm rolled in.
After haggling a time to depart on our rodeo adventure I picked up my date at six thirty and headed towards bull hay-ven (yup lame joke)…We made it into the rodeo without much of fuss (I did have to gun a man down with my two finger revolver for looking at me the wrong way…. POW!!!) We arrived a little bit too early; there is nothing worse on a date than arriving early we still had an hour and half till the rodeo actually started, and to help matters out she wasn’t hungry. What I wouldn’t of given for that forced awkward chewing that that only food can bring, it lets a man find his conversational center. But never fear my motor mouth came through in full stride and before you know it the rodeo begins with the thunder of hoofs. Unfortunately the thunder was more from the sky than that of large animal hoofs, and a windy rainy storm rolled in.
A man of great awareness always takes advantage of the circumstances nature provides him. And for me during that cold rainstorm I pulled the classic arm around the shoulder to keep my date worm trick J, works every time!!!!(Although a little juvenile I still feel that move gives me that much needed sense of victory) so after nature gave us enough of a battering we went to go get ice-cream which is what everyone is supposed to do on cold rainy days… and then we headed back to the apartment where we were broken up by a self mandated curfew that my date made up L
the end
You do look good in a cowboy hat!
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