Out of Pod Experience

Did I touch a nerve? Your posts are getting smaller and smaller, and your examples are failing harder and harder. So far, you've shot yourself in the foot twice, then been forced to stick said foot in your mouth. Do you like punishing yourself? Because I can do this all day. You're just too easy.

What boggles my mind is how you ever got past the tutorial in Eve.

I still can't get over the fact you had to run "redneck" through wiki, and then assumed I ripped it off "cawz ah 'cun tawlk gud".

Ah, yes. Another wannabe who would rather get his information from the internet and movies than someone who's lived the life, convinced he knows more about it because he listens to country music, drives a pickup, votes Republican, and gets all his information from wikipedia.

So tell us, Mr. I-wanna-be-a-cowboy-but-I'm-just-a-redneck-and-don't-understand-the-difference, where exactly can you show me where I don't know what I'm talking about? Go ahead and ask me anything. If there's something I don't know, I'll tell you I don't know. Go ahead and ask me anything about growing up on a ranch, roping, breaking horses, hauling cattle, rodeos, etc (I know you don't know anything about that stuff, but you just like to pretend you do). If you think I'm lying, I'll be more than happy to prove you wrong. Again. I haven't kept up with the PRCA in probably a decade (I only competed in "semi-pro" ropings and rodeos), so I'll admit I'm a little rusty since I've been out of the game for so long.

I bet you work construction...either that or on a pipeline. I know who you are. You're one of those people who goes to country bars and line dances with your creased and pressed only pair of Wranglers and shiny new boots whose toes are so pointed they could be used to kill cockroaches in a corner, along with that big, ugly felt Stetson hat that serves you no purpose whatsoever. Wanna know something else? I'm also a metalhead. I used to pull up to ropings, hauling our horses and gear, blaring Metallica and Megadeth and watch all of the people stare...that is until we took all their money, won that saddle and whatever money was in the winnings. Ended up selling one of my saddles to pay for school, actually. Gave the rest of my stuff to my little sister when I left for the military. She's still rodeoing and they moved to Texas. Paris, Tx. I know what I'm talking about.

Being a cowboy has nothing to do with what music you listen to or what kind of hat and boots you wear, which is obviously what you think it's about. It's about getting up before dawn, getting the horses ready to go pen cows and then working them all day long when it comes time for vaccinations, pregnancy checking, ear tagging, etc., and it's about getting filthy and dirty and nasty and getting paid nearly nothing. This is why cowboys and ranchers are a dying breed: it's not a sustainable lifestyle anymore, and anyone who thinks it is CLEARLY has never done it before and has no clue what it's about. Like you.

There's no word for "city slicker" in Italian, but there's definitely a word for you: "coglione".