Welcome back Naked Cowboy!
Man you are welcome on my blog anytime. Can I ask you a few questions?
Certainly, Shoot! I mean, draw!
Why do the chicks love you so much?
Well Fatboy, for a variety of reasons. First there is my Euro-Jesus hair. Then there is my voice of pure testosterone. Also, you might not realize this, but Naked Cowboy works up quite a sweat singing ballads of the western prairie and Slow Ride for the sweet ladies of New York City, and the Naked Cowboy’s sweat sends out pheromones that are an aphrodisiac on a par with pure rhinoceros horn.
Wow that is great! So when you get the ladies all turned on, do you take them back to the old Cowboy shack for a little private performance?
Don’t be ridiculous, Fatso. I’ve got the Naked Cowgirl waiting for me back home. When the ladies get all turned on and out of control, I just encourage them to turn their love into money and place it in the Naked Cowboy Boots. That is how I make my living.
Is it a good living?
I do alright. I certainly ain’t complaining. I am able to work in New York and make ends meet without having to rustle up money with my naked six gun.
You mean to tell me that you are packing heat?
Why do you think that the Naked Cowboy keeps his tighty whities on?
Modesty, I assumed
Don’t be ridiculous. Want to hear some Blue Oyster Cult?
Nah, How about some Marty Robbins?
Who the hell is that? Some kind of queer cowboy poseur?
Let’s change the subject.
No problem. Let's talk about why you are ripping off Tony Pierce.
Let's talk about how he has no link for me, even though I have him linked right at the top of my blog!
Let's go get some beer with this stinky boot money of mine and get tore up!
Let's not. Goodbye Convertible Cowboy/Star Guy