Save a Horse, Ride a Bum

It's almost a given notion if you ever meet me... I'm Texan.
If you ever hear me, sometimes a lil twang comes out.
But I'll be sure to extend some southern hospitality (with Ludacris playing in the back)

I swore then, I'm a t-shirt, jeans, and sometimes flannel shirt guy with a wallet chain hanging out wearing some Doc Martens.

Yeah, that was like... many years ago. I swore after that I'm fine with dressing up with a nice button-up shirt, dress pants, tie, and all that other stuff.

But I definitely swore I'd never really wear a cowboy hat with boots and a cowboy belt. Hell! In high school, during a theater one-act play competition at a neighboring school, we saw this one guy with a belt buckle that frickin spanned his entire waist. We're talkin' Heavyweight champion of the world can use his belt buckle as a plate belt buckle here.

Yeah. Well, fuck it. I have a straw hat. I have this nifty belt buckle. I just need the boots and maybe an upgrade on the hat. But i draw the line on tight jeans. The boys gotta breathe, motherfucker. Heh.

So yeah. Save a horse, cowgirls. Ride a Bum.