And if there was anyone who thought it was otherwise, let me restate it. I am not a cowboy.

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March 19, 2004, 4:15 PM

Nope. No cowboy blood in me. No wild west spirit yearning to break loose within me.

And how do I know this?

Well, I decided, since I had a long lunch break, to ride the mechanical horse in the game room. It’s one of those things I’ve kind of wanted to do for a while, and so I seized the opportunity and did it. So I got on, fed the horse my quarters, and then went out to the wild west. I should have bought a hat in softlines first, and then gone riding. But no. Still, I was having a blast, really hamming it up pretending to swing a lasso and saying, “Hi-yo, Silver!”

Let’s put it this way: The Lone Ranger I am not. End of story, but it was fun, and funny.

Web site: A mechanical bull. That would be amusing.

Song: "That's on eBay", a parody of That's Amore.

Quote: "New rule at cabinet meetings: You can't talk until you ride the mechanical bull!" - George W. Bush on David Letterman in 2000

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