Holy hell, you’re almost wheezing after running 50 metres?

50.

Really? You used to jog those kilometres to the train with just slight discomfort and literally no sweat.

You wanted not to think about training because you’ll feel guilty and have FOMO for hours. You’ll think about that little guy who pissed you off and you always look forward to choking Then you’ll think about your declining skill level and the friendships, and wasted time watching Netflix at home on a “recovery break” that’s lasted the better part of 2 years. But how it’s hard to go back because it feels good to not experience any more adversity than you have to. But-but-but, you’ve never lived like that so while it’s comfortable, it’s also uncomfortable and you haven’t quite worked out which is the stronger feeling, thus still in limbo. Omg. Stop thinking about that.

Where’s that married couple that get on and talk to each other like they’re still in love? They really get into each other’s conversation and laugh all the way to their respective stations.

He was a fan. You’re gregarious. He couldn’t keep up. He’d lived an uneventful life before he met you. He was…enamoured with how “animated” you (apparently) were and how “alive” you were. He liked your voice and the way you dressed. He made plans with you, and he told you were everything. But you weren’t. That was why you were easy to throw away.

Nooooo don’t go there right now, because your imagination will kick in and you’ll check for an instant message that isn’t there and feel like crap all day.

Your eyeliner is uneven on one eye, btw. Remember? You were supposed to fix it when you boarded this thing.

You’ve had that book for months, in your bag, to and from your slave gig, beside your bed, on the couch, at your mum’s house, in the car. What happened to the days when you’d smash out a book and move onto the next in a matter of days?

God, you’re tired. You got about 4 hours sleep. Maybe you can nap when you get home, but…then that means your sleep will be out of whack. You might find it hard to wake up at 5:00 am tomorrow. And that is an important day you can’t mess up.

Fuck, your face is puffy AF today,

You also forgot the protein shake this morning.

Why is your mother awake this early? She’s never awake this early unless there’s a problem. Okay, her text is just hating on a piercing you’ve had for over a decade.

Remember a few months ago when you leaned over your dad to help his boomer ass with the computer and he asked you how long you’d had that piercing? (Who are those people?!)

Wonder if you’ll have time to check that lotto ticket in the machine when you get there. If you win a few mil, maybe you can buy a black house on a hill and just rot up there and everyone will leave you alone..mmmmm…

What if this skirt gets caught in the escalator at the station? Did you think of that? It’s long. You saw the material bunch up on the step behind as you were going down the last time you wore it. Omg, remember that vid CC showed you, where an escalator breaks and people get sucked down and die? Those things are more dangerous than people realise. Ugh you have to take several today.

It’s a pretty skirt. You wish there was a way of showing it off as well as the 16 hole docs underneath. This outfit is good.

Whoa. Your eyes were closed, but you know that was a train passing on the parallel track. No wonder a lot of people die when trains crash, you even felt the momentum from inside another vehicle on a totally different track! Do you think you’d die if they crashed into each other,  based on where you’re sitting? Or like one of the Aliens movies where she bends her arm over a rail to keep herself anchored and her arm breaks! Remember that?  Maybe your train gets pushed off the track and crunches together somewhere below. Maybe you can write about a lone survivor of a gnarly wreck. Yes, it’s been done before but you haven’t done it. And you can, so maybe you should.

Your face really does look like a puffy shit today.

When [redacted] told you he was now married. You don’t want him but…you didn’t think he’d actually marry someone else…you two always seem to find your way back to each other. You have since 21. Wow. Time flew. Wow, you haven’t grown up. You hope he’s going to have kids and that his mum is okay…

Hell yeah, those earrings are awesome. Good choice this morning. They match the red leopard print.

Should you play on your phone or read that book, I mean…why did you bring it with you AGAIN if you’re not going to read?

No one is wearing a face diaper/mask. That’s good because you didn’t bring one. Yours is dirty and covered in sweat and makeup, sitting at home by the laundry sink to be washed. Besides, fuck the hysterical police state.

That kid has no hairs on his legs.

Maybe you should check you were correct about the route you’re going to take tomorrow. It’s a long drive.

Wait, what? You didn’t put your headphones in the bag? Fuck! Don’t tell me you left them on the couch and- Motherfucker! Oh, there they are. Carry on.

Your favourite streamer posted a new video. Damn, it kind of sucked..at least it ate up 7mins of the journey.

You’re wondering what he’s doing. He’s probably playing Destiny 2 in his room. You still have his weather app on your phone, you know it’s raining where he is and that he’ll like it. His eyes were so pretty, he was a great person. You wonder if fate will twist again, and you can fly to see him. You wonder if he thinks about you.

Nooooo, don’t go there.

Your black nailpolish is very chipped. But it’s so bad it looks like a pattern and purposefully done. Yay!

Is the gay dude who sits next to you going to be there?  He should have his own makeup tutorial channel by now. He’s always fixing his makeup and taking selfies. You kind of want to be alone, because he blocks the window trying to get good lighting on his mirror.

Why are you still hot in this cardigan? You only ran a little, and that was at least 15 mins ago now.

If you take it off, yo ass gon freeze when you get out of this tin can.

Hopefully the crazy man next door isn’t waiting outside when you get home.

You wonder what GG is doing. It was nice of him to text you good morning every day since he’s been gone. Even if it’s just crude selfies or a “Ello.”  You know you replied to him while you were hurrying up the hill this morning but you have no idea what you said. You should probably check that. You were barely awake, who knows what you texted…

But you have sooo much screen time. Maybe you should close your eyes for another second or two.

Red Cowboys. Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.Red Cowboys.

The fuck that lady staring at anyway?

Damn, VJ hasn’t replied to your meme yet. It was awesome!

You should load up that scary story vid you didn’t finish listening to last night. But you despise that woman’s voice. Are you up for that this early? It’s hard to concentrate on fear and death when the narration is by a valley girl who speaks with upwards intonation tones as if everything is a question. She also can’t pronounce the letter T.  “The note was wri–en in blood,” and  “He lived near the moun-ain”  

Calm down.

Okay, get out that side, it will be nearer to the stairs. Try to walk calmly, these people trudge. Try not to accidentally push in front of anyone.

You hope to get the fast lane on the stairs and no one just stops walking, like they do on the left side…The amount of random asses you’ve almost touched…

Maybe you’ll get there so early you can work on  a blog post…

 

 

 

TLDR:

*I think a lot.

*HALP.

*Red Cowboys is coming.

*I’m okay.

 

 

 

 

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This is the shortest version I could do. Some things are left out.

Back to when my friend was seeing all those guys. I was bored being the chaperone, making sure her recently-skinny ass wasn’t disappeared into the back of some freak’s car. It wasn’t personal, just bored sitting around and waiting. I was happy she was having a good time but when you’re texting people you shouldn’t, watching shitty YouTube vids (btw, move over to Bitchute, Odysee and Rumble) you have to look for something else to do Fuck knows what “UPRONTS“ means or referred to. He messaged me and the conversation was short. The site has stereotypes you have to display on your profile. I chose “arty.” There are categories like “adventurer, class clown, scholar, partier.” He’d chosen “hopeless romantic.”  Okay. We were frustrated with weirdos and time wasters, we wanted to just meet and find out if there was chemistry. We decided to meet a day or two later. He’d had a couple of blurry or faraway pictures on his profile, but he looked sort of okay? Not really my type of attractive TBH, but his eyes were bright and shiny on account of the camera moving in one picture and it looked nice. I threw caution to the wind (or insert whatever cliche you like here,) and gave him my number without my regular vetting. I wore a new dress I knew made me look thinner and I felt old-fashioned compared to the other people at the foreshore/river. He was shorter than his profile stated. (*on this note, it’s not that you’re short, it’s that you fucking lied and that makes you devious but also LAME.) He was still taller than me though. He had worse skin than his profile picture, but he was polite enough when he said hi.

I was recently-single after a long relationship. One thing I liked to do with my ex was walk/hike new places. This guy wanted to walk along the foreshore for our “date.” I was happy to walk, talk and explore. It was late afternoon, there were kids playing, families picnicking close by because there was a toilet block, and the weather was nice. We walked and discussed my great love at the time (UFC/Bellator and MMA) because he’d also trained before(apparently). He walked too fast. Powerwalking because we were late for something and his shoes seemed big…like he was wearing bricks to make him look taller. I was wearing 16-hole Docs, and I was fitter because I trained every day at that time, but it was still annoying. He walked a little hunched, the way awkward tall guys don’t know they do and he kicked his feet out like he had been fat once or like his head and feet were trying to drag the rest of him. We walked for a while and we talked about the shows we liked watching eg crime/sci-fi. As we got to a weird footbridge that stretched over the path, I was still talking about  crime shows and pretended to do an evil laugh and said, “Oooo, what if I’m a serial killer and I’m gonna get ya in the tunnel?!” (awkward lame joke, icebreaker bullshit.)

We walked under the bridge and continued on the path. I admired the water but kept trying to make conversation. We had walked far before we saw a bench and decided to take a break. At this stage it was still light out but it was heading towards sunset. We sat on the bench and talked for a few moments as someone walked past huffing and puffing, followed by people on bikes. Then he turned, grabbed me, and tried to kiss me. I flinched and scooted back like “wut.” At that stage, still the ever-polite idiot, I giggled like…errr? He tried again. I turned my head. Then he said, kind of disgusted, “Wtf, you aren’t a virgin, are you?” I stammered my way through my shock, annoyance, and confusion that someone would;

1. assume because I didn’t want to be the cat in Pepe’ le Pew that I wasn’t experienced in relationships.

2.  View someone’s personal choice/lack of experience as a downer and something to judge them on when they’d just met them.

This kind of audacity hadn’t happened to me before. And, at the time, I was new to dating again so I didn’t know I could tell him to fuck off and leave. I also didn’t know where I was.

When I looked around, it was suddenly dark and everything looked spooky and cold. I started saying we should go, as he started ramping up touching me and trying to kiss me a lot more. When he conceded, we began our way back, this time with no people around, apart from the occasional passing cyclist. Now, I’d have no problem asking one of them to stop and walk with me because I felt unsafe with the jerk-off next to me, but back then, I was watching missed opportunities as the vibe between UPRONTS and I changed. I walked faster, changing subjects when overly-personal questions were repeated and he started laughing at me in a cruel way. He was accusing me of things when I sidestepped questions and gave silly answers to try and lighten the mood until I could see other people.

He was on my left. Beyond him were trees, darkness, and things I didn’t know. I knew I’d parked my car somewhere up a hill on the left, but we hadn’t passed anything I recognised. I didn’t want to take off running in that direction and not know where I was. On my right, there was shiny black water and sounds from bugs and unseen wildlife. The tension was so thick I could barely breathe. I kept looking at the water and then ahead so I didn’t have to look at him, because eye contact was causing challenge. He’d throw another intimidating insinuation or suggestion and his eyes would get excited and shinier seeing me squirm.

When I finally saw the tunnel/bridge up ahead I was slightly relieved. I knew that the picnic area, toilets and carpark was somewhere after that, still a while away but good enough for me to feel slightly better. Then I’d know kind of know where my car was. When we approached the bridge thing he turned to me and said, “Who’s going to kill who now?” I gingerly laughed and we walked into it/under it. I was scared. It had dull, sick and flickering light coming from the ceiling. Halfway through it, he stepped in front of me and stopped me. Then he grabbed me and kissed me again. It was gross. He was one of those people who just opened their lips and shoved their disgusting, warm, slimy oyster-like, furry monstrosity in your mouth. I stopped him and said I really had to get back, giggling like an idiot because I didn’t know how to get out of it. His face changed and he snapped, “Are you fucking laughing at me?!” I stumbled an “uh…no?” And he said something like, “Don’t fucking laugh eh?” (I don’t remember the exact words.) 

Back on the path, I started walking even faster. There was another point where he was annoyed at my nervous giggling and told me to stop laughing at him again. He asked me, “We’re still going to have sex, right?” I was already scared. I hadn’t had the cliched “blood running cold” experience before. Now I know what that feels like. And it does feel like exactly that.

I said, “Err, yeah, totally, just like…I can’t do it right now, tonight. I need to work early…” and I tried to change the subject. I didn’t know what to say anymore, but I was trying to stall because my brain had decided to focus on trying to breathe.

He told me since I needed to get back, we’d take a shortcut. We diverted to where he thought there was a toilet block and I remember thinking that I hadn’t noticed this stuff on the way.  I’d been looking at the river and the city beyond that I’d been looking at instead. It was like these structures had formed out of nowhere, like Dark City where authorities move streets and buildings while the city sleeps so people are confused the next morning. I tried to trail behind as we rounded corners between small sheds and over random shit in the grass. I was still giving a sliver of a benefit of the doubt, maybe he did want to go to the toilet, but I heard my head say, “This is it, this is where he does it.” And I don’t think I will be able to get out of this.

I kept walking, almost in tears, feeling horrible that I was arguing in my own head and that I’d betrayed myself. I was going to have this happen to me because it was my fault for being this stupid. I was stupid for doing this dating thing, I was dumb for listening to all the people who were telling me to date so much. I was stupid for choosing to meet this guy, soooo dumb for not calling it off earlier.

He tramped us around the structures a bit before telling me he’d made a mistake and we headed back to the path. There were sparse people around and I was so relieved I don’t even have the words to write here. The parking lot was in sight and as we got closer I said I’d watch him get to his car for safety reasons. The reason was my fucking safety, I didn’t want to go nearer his car and I didn’t want to walk away first and risk him following me to the dark grassy areas between the path and my car (where absolutely no one was.) He shoved his tongue down my throat again, hard and gross and I let him because I wanted him to think everything was normal so he would fucking leave thinking everything was okay. Then he left. I started crying as he pulled out of the lot and I washed my mouth out with what was left in my water bottle and ran crying in the direction I thought my car was.

Do not recommend.

Later I would get the guts to try the site again, about 3 years later…and I recognised his pictures. He’d changed his name to MR PASSION. Feel free to comment with alternative descriptions he could use.

 

 

• Mr Passion 1

• Mr Passion 2

• Mr Passion 3

• Mr Passion 4

• Mr Passion 5

 

TLDR: 

*This guy was a joke and if I’d known better at the time, it would have ended differently.

*I’m okay, this was a few years ago. When I saw his new profile, it disappeared within a day before I had time to report it or do anything about it.

*I am a different person now and dates do not go down like this now. I may explain that later.

*This person was a liar, a creep and a concern.

*Ladies, don’t EVER feel the need to be “polite” in this situation. You know what I mean, we’ve all done it.We don’t want to be offensive. We want to be a nice person and give someone the benefit of the doubt. YOU DON’T HAVE TO. Choose to be wrong or look stupid rather than take a risk your gut is warning against.

*Not all men are like this. And I will be discussing that too in a future post.

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Cowboy.” 1, Traditional animal herder who tends cattle on ranches usually in the North American region.

2, Derogatory term describing someone who is reckless, ignores potential risks, irresponsible or who heedlessly handles a sensitive or dangerous task.

RED COWBOYS IS COMING SOON

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Continued from Mr Passion (Part #2) Rap Sheet

 

Navy Guy 1:  On one of the Spiderweb visits, I was dancing and met a guy who was in the Navy.

Come to think of it, most military guys who hit on me are from the Navy. Maybe they confuse me with some big fat sea creature.

He was cool. We screamed Shut up and Dance and Heaven is a Place on Earth at each other on the dancefloor. He fist-bumped me because we had similar jobs, and he was cute. I liked that he had hairy arms. Because I’d previously been with boys who didn’t. Wait, “liked” is a strong word, I was…intrigued. (#weirdo) We kissed and exchanged numbers in the early hours of the morning after he ditched his friends to stay behind with me. I remember him saying “Can I see you again?” at the end of the night. It surprised me, it felt like a confused, dumb and cute fairytale prince was asking. We exchanged messages for a week after and talked about hanging out soon.

He didn’t seem too drunk when we met, but maybe he was and couldn’t remember which girl I was anymore, or he had beer goggles on that night and thought better of it when he got home, because we never met again.

Navy Guy 2: This guy was nice. I saw him online, we started talking. But the dating site was going through an overhaul where it was harvesting everyone’s phone numbers yet again. If you didn’t update everything, your account was assumed fake and was deleted. He and I exchanged a few messages and, as usual, my time on this site was sporadic based on my fluctuating level of disdain. The night before we were due to meet, we were setting a time, and the site yeeted my account. I asked another friend on the site to find him and tell him I was still up for meeting. He sent a message back to her saying where and when to meet the next afternoon, and if I wasn’t there, he knew it was a BOT/spam thing. We met. I knew within seconds it was unlikely I’d see him again. He spoke and walked like my best friend(male) and it was…unfortunately very gross in this capacity. I went through with the date anyway because maybe I was being immature. He told me about his cricket injuries and knee recos, and that he’d been working in the navy for many years. I couldn’t stop staring at the giant gap in his teeth when we ate pizza. It was so far apart. It was very interesting to me and I wanted to keep staring, but adults aren’t supposed to do that. After an hour, it felt like we’d told each other everything and there was nothing else to say. At the end, he told me he was going to be working away for three weeks but he wanted to see me again. I said to text me when he was back. It was one of those dates where you need a second encounter to make the final decision because you can’t tell if you’re the asshole. And his teeth were cool. I got a couple of sparse texts while he was away, but then he sent one from a completely different area of the country than he’d said, and he told me he was extended for another week there, didn’t he already tell me that, oops? Well, no. You’ve barely kept in touch. Meh.

If you’re reading this somehow, I’ve also forgotten your name. Sorry.

Navy Guy #3:  He was cute. You could tell he’d never be short of female attention. After we were on each other’s social media, he came up as a “suggested friend” to someone I know. She sent me a text saying,  “He is hot AF.” When she found out how much money he made, she seemed to treat me with more respect (I dunno, wtf?) He was too cool for me, and I already knew what it was like to wait for someone younger to grow the fuck up so I initially skipped over his profile, noting he had dumb hair in his main pic. He sent me a message. No “Hey sexy!” or “Can I get you for Friday night?”(- yes, some guys solicit you like a prostitute.) There was no bullshit compliment you know he gave the 12 other potentials he was rejected by before you. He said, “Hi, I’m_______” and with that, he had my attention. We hit it off, liked similar music etc We met up at a pub and ate a massive meat share-platter because we’d been talking so much about BBQ in our messages. He was nice, respectful and funny. He texted me when I went to the bathroom to tell me I was gorgeous. I texted back “you drunk, bruh?” and he said, “yeah nah, not even.” He was very cute IRL with incredible blue eyes, he’d send me crazy selfies from work and we’d have meme wars when he was on night shift because of my double life as a nightowl. We’d pull faces and send weird selfies to each other. He had cool imagery in his tattoos. He sent me old pics of him in uniform (he’d been discharged recently) and we had military history in both our families so we’d talk about that stuff too.

We had a short, clumsy thing(?) that always felt wrong-ish to me, but it was kind of exciting.

When I started to catch feelings, it was revealed (unbeknownst to me,) that I was “the other woman” and I found out via a post on social media. But karma is a bitch, and it bit him in that cute ass because he was dumped right after. She had been cheating on him and chose the other guy. I was mostly okay because it happened before I was invested but we went into a strange reality where I was consoling him over the phone a couple of nights a week, and he was consoling me for what he did to me. Sounds like a shitty situation, but he was man enough to let me ask all the questions and get closure. Man enough to apologise, several times and check how I was doing for months after (and vice versa.) Annnnd we’re  friends somehow. I care about him getting a nice life, that I know he wants and deserves. He (since) has shown me so much generosity I can’t even breathe when I think about it. I think we are soulmates, just not the way people think of that word. This man is my hero.

All in all, the military/defence force men I meet are usually very nice, interesting and can drink anyone under the table. Some are garbage too, but that was (most of) my experience 🙂

The same can not be said for the man self-dubbed Mr Passion.

When I met him, it was off the back of friends hounding me to “meet someone” and “get out there.” Get my confidence back. My mum was onboard, wanting dem grandbabies or something and telling me that I should move on and try to be happy. While my friend was rollerdexing (quick, someone add this to Urban Dictionary) the site, I wanted to do things my way…but my way wasn’t working and I had no results…so I changed things up…

 

And, yes, I regret it.

 

To be continued…

 

 

TLDR:

*Navy men seem to be attracted to me.

*I may resemble a manatee or some other sea creature. I was told this once by a guy with no job, no personality and who LITERALLY looked sick and malnourished like Wendell from the Simpsons. Yes, these losers exist.

 

*These dates with people are not in succession or in the same time period, let alone year.

*”Dates” does not mean “hook ups.” You need to do more than just show up to get anything out of me. #thewayitis

*There is an unmentioned Navy guy I met when I backed into him while at a club when I was 18. I think we’re still “friends(?)” online but he is happily married and now has a family.

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Cowboy.” 1, Traditional animal herder who tends cattle on ranches usually in the North American region.

2, Derogatory term describing someone who is reckless, ignores potential risks, irresponsible or who heedlessly handles a sensitive or dangerous task.

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Get it, get it? Issa pun thing, kinda/melaphor? Heart and beat and hard to beat! Yeah? Nah? Okay.

I had some adventures, awesome food, and good times with my brothers from another mother. I’ve laughed a lot more than I have in months. I wanted this blog post to be about the terrifying stupid reach of the state and how they’re intent on making the Coof a reason to execute powers…but here we are.

The boys and I saw Mortal Kombat (brothers from another mother.) Coof rules were in so we had to wear masks. But only to the lobby. Then everyone in the movie theatre took them off to eat popcorn etc. What a croc. Just remember, kiddies, the Coof can only get you on the way in, not in the two hours you spend next to strangers breathing the same air 🙂 The movie was entertaining, there were fatalities from the games and special effects that made Subzero’s powers pop. Storyline – not so great, if you’re an old fan. They reversed whose clan started the beef then added a descendant of Scorpion to play the lead…but he lacked the charisma needed for an audience to care about him or what he did next. In the end, the funniest times IMO, we while we were watching the credits in case there was a teaser for another MK movie. We were messing around, I tried to armbar my friend and when we were sneaking our arms down each other’s recliner seats during the movie and pulling the lever when they least suspected it.

The boys also took me to a restaurant on another night…Two of us got the buffet. Whatever happens at the buffet stays at the buffet so all I can say is that I could barely breathe after it and having to wear a face-diaper-Rona-mask made it even harder. Two of the guys didn’t want the buffet option. They wanted the hot Vindaloo dish and consequently were dripping with sweat and making sounds they tried to hide in between guzzling the expensive, sparkling water that we ordered for the table. I asked a server if we could get more napkins because my friend’s nose was running annnnnd then I told her he was clearly dying and we needed help. She admitted she should have warned about how hot the food could be. She brought us more (plain) water and I pretended I couldn’t hear my friends sucking in air through their teeth and generally trying to hide their self-inflicted pain. 😀

Suckers. I told them not to get that dish. But they wanted to impress the server.

I realised something about myself this week. I realised I can spend $76 on loose leaf tea in one visit with 10 mins to go until closing. I blame my best friend for not having the heart to stop me. I also blame him for the debauchery that is yet to happen on the weekend, as well as the mess I’m going to make with the art supplies he gave me.

I blame my other friend for the shock that there are other people who also make magic happen. I like to find out about things you want and secretly source them from the corners of the globe. I have a skill. This devil woman beat me at my own game and found a perfume I loved, over a decade ago, that is no longer for sale.

I was reminded I get excited when people give me adult colouring-in books depicting serial killers or swear words. I’ve had cocktails, badass gifts and a bunch of surprises. Thank you to all my friends and the people who let me know they appreciate my chaotic, anxious, overly-imaginative, too-talkative, opinionated, weirdo presence in their lives! 😀

 

 

 

TLDR:

*This week I had an excuse to be a consumer

*My friends are the best.

*Face diapers are still a thing, even though they can come off when you’re eating or drinking.

*Side note: CLEO DARKROSE’S BIRTHDAY IS ON THE 5TH OF MAY, for anyone playing at home.

*This is a “Week in the Life” post. Content of what I did this week. You can find others in the same section. I have a boring life though. 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cowboy.” 1, Traditional animal herder who tends cattle on ranches usually in the North American region.

2, Derogatory term describing someone who is reckless, ignores potential risks, irresponsible or who heedlessly handles a sensitive or dangerous task.

RED COWBOYS IS COMING SOON

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