These are my new cowboy boots.
I am totally uber-cool in them.
Batman has his belt.
Superman has his cape.
Spiderman has his web shooter.
I have my cowboy boots. I have super powers. I am Cowboy Man.
(Cue Spaghetti Western music in background)
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8 comments:
To many buckles and the Gothic cross has to go, other than that they're pretty cool.
{What?....I know what you're thinking. Blame it on the Bushmills.}
I am writhing in coolness.
You mean midlife crisis. Heh. JOKING!
No crisis here. Just pretty girls who want me to drink beer.
Then it -must- be the boots....or maybe the hair...or maybe it's a combo of the boots AND the hair!!! : )
I especially like the goth aspect ratio of the cross on the ankle. It infuses my Robert Smith personna with a nice wedge of Dave Gehan.
I still think all of the buckles and doohickeys are gay.
Jude Law is gay, too.
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