Johnny

I like to rope, warm up my coffee over a nice fire in the open range. My horse is my friend, we as in my horse and i are friends to the end. We once rode down to the local grocery store five miles down west, it put me and my animal to the test. There what we did buy, it was a giant lemon marang pie, for no it is not the color of the sky, indeed, it tastes good, i knew it would. Me and my stallion rode around the track, we broke the competitions back. For i went to my house, where lonely i am without a spouse. For i had a date but i couldnt go, i hadnt shaved i could not show. Little did i know, that my boys wouldnt grow. For i have been an underachever, ive never been able to get the beaver. But now a quest i have embarked, i hope to muff dive in the dark. That is why im here on myspace, to find a lady who will come to myplace. Now ladies look alive you found your steed, me and you are about to do a dirty deed. On my horse or on the open range, shit i dont care its kind of strange. One day me and myspace will go far, and oneday i will buy a car. For now me and my horse will ride, we will go down and ride with pride.