Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Craigslist (Buck)

nce my original craigsllist listing did not work so well I figured I had to revamp my strategy. Although I was very thankful for the responses. If you haven't seen my original attempt at love you can look back through my notes. I regret to inform "biggurlballin" that Uno will not be available. I do appreciate the fact that, "You think you got what I need." I figured I needed a new approach. Something that perhaps summed me up a little better. Something that calls to the classy, elegant women out there. http://atlanta.craigslist.org/m4w/1133604032.html

Man seeking Woman:

Hello ladies my name is James William Cooter, but my nicknames are Jim Bob, Buck, Flathead and Little Britches. I go by them all, whatever suits yo fancy. Call me up for supper and I promise you that we will rustle up some good grub. I will take you out in my truck, but be warned, you better bring your jumpin shoes, cause it ain't no low rider if you know what I mean. I have a bench seat for your enjoyment. You can slide right over and ride in the middle next to Big Buck, and if you bring your gun we gotta place to hang that too. If everything goes well, I look forward to bringing you back to the casa....that's house in mexican. As you can see I am versed in many languages. I call my living quarters, "The enchantment in the driveway." It may be on wheels but the tires are flat for the right sugar muffin. You don't have to worry about us rolling anywhere, and it's parked right outside my mama's house, so if we ever need anything we can scooch on in there.

I have two loves in my life. My truck named Hola, which means hello in mexican. You'll notice it, it's on the back windor in big, bold letters. I don't really like to say hello to my truck, but I just like the way Hola rolls off the tongue, and since I am so versed in foreign culture I cayn't let that go to waist. I tell my buddy Skeeter it means "fighting warrior", so please don't spoil it when you meet em. He's like a worn out shovel, he ain't the brightest tool in the shed but he's always there to help me dig in the dirt that's called life. My other love is my hunting dog Blue. I called him Blue cause that's what color he was when he was borned. I was angry as a midget at an amusement park until I realized he was just chokin. I was like, "Flathead cayn't be carrying around no blue dawg." He started breathin when I unclogged his throat. He just got choked up on that hot dawg I tried to feed him right after he was borned. It was a birthday present gone as bad as one my Daddy's 6 marriages.

I am what the french call an entrepreneur....it means self made businessman. My current project is promoting my new scent for men. It's a unique blend of several spices and herbs mixed with deer pee. It's called "Spicy Mist." The catch phrase is, "Cupid shoots arrows, Spicy Mist shoots bullets." It sounds exotic, but it is down home goodness....wooo weeee let me tell ya. Believe me when I tell you that my buddy Skeeter rubs some on his boots every time he goes out. I ain't blowin smoke up your skirt when I tell you that women find the scent real niced. They're on him like stink on cow crap. So, if good smelling scents are your thing be prepared to be drawn in like a mosquito to a bug zapper...."POW".

I'm just lookin for the right sugar snap pea for my garden of life. I prefer to start with a nice place like Slims Country Buffett. I really prefer to eat buffets because I feel like I got the advantage. They don't make their money off me if you know what I'm sayin. That and I prefer everything I eat fried. I even fry popsicles, it's tricky, but it tastes really good with a nice glass of buttermilk. As you can see I'm pretty diversified. I speak French and Mexican for all the fancy to do women out there, but I got enough down home goodness that you'll feel as at home as a tick on a hounddog suckin blood. I ain't a big fan of this new technology, so I ain't got internet or a phone (my cousin once removed is puttin this out fer me). I do carry my pager, so just hit me up 911 and Little Britches will be on yo doorstep as quick as you can say Bugtussel.

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