Goat on a trailer
I’ve seen pictures of a miniramp on a trailer before, but the Goat Ramp implementation has to be the slickest yet. check out the photos and some sequences of the setup on the link. I’m not sure how they get the seam to disappear where the hinge is, but it looks like they figured it out.
Screw the ramp; I like the girl.
And what about a foldable bowl that you keep in a drawer that hardens up when you fluff it out? C’mon, this is ain’t the 20th century…. Plus, you need to fish more.
And by “is ain’t” I’m guessing I meant “isn’t”
And what am I even talking about… hell, it looks like something you’d travel to Oregon in in the NINETEENTH century.
Well I woke up in the mornin’
On the ol’ Chisolm Trail
With my pecker in my hand
And a cow by the tail
Come an’ tie my pecker to a tree
To a tree
Tie my pecker to a tree
Well, the first time I seeed her
She’s was floatin’ downstream
With her ass blowin’ bubbles
And her cunt flowin’ cream
Come an’ tie my pecker to a tree
To a tree
Tie my pecker to a tree
Well I fucked her standin’ up
And I fucked her lyin’
And, if she’d had wings,
I’da fucked her flyin’…
Come an’ tie my pecker to a tree
To a tree
Tie my pecker to a tree
Well… the last time I seeed her
And I ain’t seeed her since
She was jackin’ off a bull
Through a barbed wire fence…
Come a tie yi yippee yippee yay
Yippee yay
Tie yi yippee yippee yay
This, as best I can piece together, is how original versions of the “Ol’ Chisolm Trail”, as sung on the very trail in the 19th century by cowboys, went… as opposed to the later Burl Ives etc kiddy versions. (Ya know, for any of you who thought Mojo Nixon originated “Gonna Tie My Pecker To A Tree”. And for that matter, Yellowman’s “Diseases and Squeezes” [aka “Shorties”] was based on a nineteenth century grown Folk song, too.) Goats – in other words – are perennial.
“She was”, not “She’s was”
Going a bit far with the wagon joke…
Cool idea for a ramp though.
What joke; the Chisolm trail had nothing to do with covered wagons… I was just rambling from trail to trail, after heckling a friend. Some skaters understand that they’re the modern equivalent of cowboy vagabonds, though, (the Chisolm trail was a cow-drive trail), and some skaters are suburban voidoids threatened by even the goofiest of culture.
Others are just evil hillbillies who wonder what the fuck that huge post was all about…
That said, I think you’re right on with the comparison: Modern cowboys is as good a definition as any I’ve ever heard.
Dead serious. I like the parallel. I grew up among rural culture, and skating holds true to a great many of those ideals.