Post by doglady13 on Mar 2, 2009 19:53:27 GMT -6
Kasey Hayes
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"Kasey Andrew Hayes. Call me anything other than Kasey though, I will eat you."
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"I'm a guy, idiot."
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"21 years old bastards. That would be as of January ninth, you celebrate, you get eaten."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"I was born in the house I was raised in. Moorisville, North Carolina."
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"I stand five foot eleven and weigh one hundred fourty pounds."
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"I'm straight. Girls love me."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"I work hard, and im good in rodeo. The buckels prove it."
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"lots of stuff. I hate talking to girls i havent known very long. I will spend all day in the barn if i can help it. I like to keep to myself and my siblings.
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"horses, rodeo, dogs and my siblings"
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"bitchy girls, slutty girls, whores, buckel bunnies, anyone who likes me just for my looks."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"being here the rest of my life."
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"Beimg as far away from here as possible."
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"I've had an alcahol issue from the age of 15."
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"I am stubborn as a mule. I am also very proud of that. I support the Stars-and-bars because it is herritage. No hate here. I also hate to loose. I'm a ctu-throaugh competitor, fight to the death or don't fight at all."
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GIRLFRIEND?
"Someone funny and sweet. A gril that will let me hug her and protect her."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"slutts, bithces and whores."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"horses. Dogs. Rodeo. the color green. Beimg outside. The ocean. Water."
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"Whiskey. Ribs. Soul food."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"8 Seconds and Lonesome Dove OWN! No time for TV, but How I Met Your Mother is pretty awesome."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"Johnny Cash? I dunno, theres too many."
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"green. It changes"
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"When my time comes, just skin me and put me up there on Trigger, just as though nothing had ever changed." Roy Rogers
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"My father used to be a rancher, James.
Mom lives here, and sometimes I think her main goal in life is to make my life suck. Really, she runs the B&B in the summer."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"My half brother Gague is 14 and sister Bree is twenty seven."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"The summers I spent with dad when he was still alive."
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"When i got the call that dad was dead and that I was to stay with mom."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE JB MAUNEY? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"thanks. now get the hell away from me bastard."
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Doggeh
WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OOH, WILL NEVER LEAVE ME WOO OOH
DON'T TRUST A HO, NEVER TRUST A HO, WON'T TRUST A HO
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HOWEVER, SHE HAPPENS TO BE ONLY FOURTEEN YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS THREE YEARS OF EXPERIENCE WITH THIS.
IF I CHANGE MY MIND I'LL BE SURE TO CONTACT YOU ON EMAIL
TO HIT YOU UP IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. HOWEVER, THAT'S ONLY IF YOU
CAN PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'LL BE WORTH MY TIME.
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i was on teh other site! Copper's lope was rather choppy, more choppy than rocking horse. 'I've gotta fix that,' Kasey thought to himself as they ate ground. The firey gelding's stride was short but his pace was a ground eater. And it was really beginning to be a pain in Kasey's ass. Literally.
Dare. He had a feeling it was a nickname, or one heck of a weird one. Ah well, he had a couple under his belt. None of them were well known outside of the rodeo circuit, Coyote the one exception.
"kasey," he intorduced himself without looking at the girl again. He needed to keep his eyes on the "windshield." If he looked anywhere else, well, where you look is where you land. And crashing into a pretty girl from the back of a rambunctious gelding, not the best first impression.
Kasey wasn't the imperssionable type, but some were. He didn't tend to worry about the first time he met people, it was if he ever saw them again he was more concerned with. He especially didn't believe in love at first sight. Just something that didn't make sense to him. He needed to spend time with someone before he knew who they were and wether or not they were worth his time. He also knew that he would see more of Dare, wether he wanted to ro not. In that case, he should make it the first.
"Yeah, let's go!" He loved racing, and now he had a fast horse. Nothing like racing a percheron appaloosa cross, they tended to be slow. "Let's rock it!" he called to Copper, who shot off at the gallop once more.
And that was it. He was back in the world of cowboys and indians. His bow was in one hand, soft leather reins in the other. The white men and their guns could only get so far. He could shoot a buffalo from a mountain top with his tightly strung bow. A quiver full of arrows was on his back. The hoofbeats of his trusty mount were all he needed. They were a song. For Copper was no longer Copper, the firey and balking arabian thuroghbred semi-green raining prospect. No. He was Rushing Brook, the frightening and scary Indian Pony. He could outrun any of the Rough Strand, or any white man. ((thsi is a bit short but what the hell.))
Dare. He had a feeling it was a nickname, or one heck of a weird one. Ah well, he had a couple under his belt. None of them were well known outside of the rodeo circuit, Coyote the one exception.
"kasey," he intorduced himself without looking at the girl again. He needed to keep his eyes on the "windshield." If he looked anywhere else, well, where you look is where you land. And crashing into a pretty girl from the back of a rambunctious gelding, not the best first impression.
Kasey wasn't the imperssionable type, but some were. He didn't tend to worry about the first time he met people, it was if he ever saw them again he was more concerned with. He especially didn't believe in love at first sight. Just something that didn't make sense to him. He needed to spend time with someone before he knew who they were and wether or not they were worth his time. He also knew that he would see more of Dare, wether he wanted to ro not. In that case, he should make it the first.
"Yeah, let's go!" He loved racing, and now he had a fast horse. Nothing like racing a percheron appaloosa cross, they tended to be slow. "Let's rock it!" he called to Copper, who shot off at the gallop once more.
And that was it. He was back in the world of cowboys and indians. His bow was in one hand, soft leather reins in the other. The white men and their guns could only get so far. He could shoot a buffalo from a mountain top with his tightly strung bow. A quiver full of arrows was on his back. The hoofbeats of his trusty mount were all he needed. They were a song. For Copper was no longer Copper, the firey and balking arabian thuroghbred semi-green raining prospect. No. He was Rushing Brook, the frightening and scary Indian Pony. He could outrun any of the Rough Strand, or any white man. ((thsi is a bit short but what the hell.))
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THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
