Ronnie baby, you leave me speechless. Why don't you drop around, say in about four or five days? The finals of the National Championship Rodeo will be in town and I'll fix you up with a bull rider or, if you'd rather, a bronc rider. Drink six or seven long necks of Coors, listen to some of that good ol' Western music (not Country-Western!), eat a little sonofabitch stew and some homemade biscuits fresh outa the dutch oven, listen to the coyotes...get to know that rider better....

What say, girl? Betcha you'd like the LEATHER chaps, the LEATHER saddles, the LEATHER quirts, the LEATHER vests, the spurs....