COWGIRLS ARE COOL GIRLS!

 

Shirttail tied at the waist, wearing a cool cowboy hat and modern destroyed “Daisy Dukes”, with a pair of calf-high cowgirl boots, she is the queen of the neo-western saloon! Watch her step and sashay to the upbeat country-western music laced with a Hip-Hop flair, swinging her ponytail from side to side singing and swaying with the hardcore heart-throbbing beat. This song was made just for her, and everyone clears out as if they were pierced by cactus thorns, giving her full reign of the dance floor.

She was born to strut her stuff like a peacock in heat, and with her favorite song whaling away in the background, no one else exists in the whole wide world. With her eyes closed and her arms raised she surrenders to the lawman that arrested her with this captivating song! “OOH DOGGY”, she shouts, swiping some stranger’s beer right out of his hand as she floats by. “Thank you, Mister”, she says to herself.

Every eye is gridlocked on this feisty filly as she continues her impromptu, solo performance, stomping out imaginary cigarettes and crushing non-existent roaches, as her hard-stepping cowboy boots add cadence to jukebox music. If she was not so doggone cute, somebody would have slapped her back to reality by now, but fortunately for her, she is the finest little lass in the whole darn saloon. “Yeehaw”, she shouts as she spins another stranger around in his barstool! “Howdy, mister”, she greets the dizzy stranger, with a tip of her hat and a pseudo curtsy. She tips her stolen beer up to the ceiling and empties it in one sexy gulp; then spins the empty bottle on a patron’s table. The bottle points at an old bearded geezer, and she kisses him on the lips, without losing step with the music. She does not notice that the lady next to the old geezer is slapping him silly with her handbag, but the old geezer smiles through the pain, licking the victory kiss off of his lips.

All of a sudden, the music stops cold, and the silence cuts the air like a concussion grenade, snapping every neck toward the jukebox where the old geezer’s wife is triumphantly standing next to the jukebox, with the power cord in her hand. The night is suddenly over in a heartbeat, as our “Daisy Duke” clad, cowgirl queen stops dancing and says, “Thank you, ma’am. I couldn’t stop myself!”