Tuesday, February 3, 2009

And What Became of It, or, Idle Hands

Denizens of the Stockyard, today I offer up to you another adroit visual commentary, inspired by Mr. Flint Rasmussen and cleverly satirized by our new virtual friend S., to wit:

"I totally am armed with a Daisy airgun and wear my Wranglers while driving my F-150 with the Cooper Tires and the B&W trailer hitch pulling my Big Tex trailer with an Exclusive Genetics bull in it while I patrol the border. While doing this, I of course am wearing my Dickies boots and swilling down the Jack Daniels . . . sometimes even while I'm chawing on Copenhagen." - S, 1.29.09

This has been brought to life by the incomparable SoCal Jay, who sadly remarked, "It's unfortunate that we can't see "S" inside the truck. Why on earth did she buy a pickup with tinted windows?"

Oh, yes, it's true, the Stockyard Queen commissioned (some would say commanded) this immortal work. Doubtless I have gotten myself, and possibly all my partners in crime, in trouble with this stunt, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Enjoy!


Shawk said...

"You'll shoot your eye out, you'll shoot your eye out!"


I love the cheerily oblivious Flint especially. But I love all of it.

Black Boots said...

Hilarious and perfect. Thanks for the laugh, I sorely needed it!