An individual that buys all of his "
cowboy" gear at the local cowboy wannabe supply store and listens to atrocious
music about pick up trucks and tractors, yet all the while is the sorriest excuse for a hand you will ever meet. He has never even seen a cow but calls himself a
cowboy because he has cheesey boots, a Kenny Chesney straw hat, and a giant store bought buckle he proudly sports to hold up his camo pants. The ultimate poser and a disgrace that pisses on the culture and tradition of the cattle punching profession.
He says he's a
cowboy but he actually doesn't know a damn
thing about horses or cattle or how to
drive that tractor his damn radio is always singing about?!? What a gunsel fuck.