I was indulging in the chill billy, gator blood blammo cart. It's shaped like a bullet. It's cool. It's also a nice social sativa.I was enjoying that while watching a little YellowStone and all of it's iterations. Naturally I began to ponder my worth as a cowboy. Wondering if I could actually spend my days on the range riding from small town to small town.It's weird though because I think I could win a duel but I doubt I could wrangle my food, quarter it and cook it. I probably couldn't even grow corn right. Let alone extract milk from a cow. But I guess it was different times then. We're soft now. Most of us don't have to worry about getting kicked in the head by a horse.You know what else people never talk about, about back then. They never talk about the smell. Imagine what a small town would smell like at high noon in Texas on an early August day. Swamp ass! that's what it would smell like. Hygiene was also lacking so there was a good chance, you would get a side of cheese with your sausage and pie. If you know what I'm saying.Hope you enjoy the sesh!Let me know in the comments whether or not you could cut it as a cowboy.Subscribe and visit Tots420.com

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