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With his saddle under his arm, the boy/man stands alone on the prarie... wondering where the hell his horse went.
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| Where the hell did my horse went? | |
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He was in a grave situation (what with all the gravity and whatnot, and him bein' the only one to use it). It made sense that he would gravitate to (i.e., be drawn towards), cows.
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| I'm gettin' the urge. I guess I'll go find me a cow. | |
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And that's why they're called 'c-o-w-b-o-y-s'.
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| I told him more than once..."It's me or the strap-on vagina". | |
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