currently: @957 (1:58pm) on thursday 1.8.09 | 139 hours since last post
Yoda of Borg are we: Futile is resistance. Assimilate you, we will.
Last night with no warning I found myself at a shitkickin country bar, watching hundreds of people dressed like cowboys line dancing and talking about rodeos. I'll never understand that. When I was a kid, I dressed like things I wanted to be - cowboys, astronauts, cops, knights errant. But now that I'm not a kid, since I'm not an astronaut or a knight, I don't dress like one. Why do people dress like cowboys? There's no horse ranches around here, no places for a working cowboy to do his business. These are otherwise "normal" people, working at 7-11 or Schucks or the shipyard, who come home on a friday night and get dressed up like cowboys to go to a bar.
Now, I'm down with having fun and getting dressed up, but these are people who'd kick your ass for suggesting they're in costume or that they got a purty mouth on 'em. Freaks.
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