Yeehaw Quotes

You're rich, spoiled and used to getting your own way." "Not true. If I had my own way you would have kissed me and ridden me like a cowboy while screaming 'yeehaw'.

Semi-automatics have only two purposes. One is so owners can take them to the shooting range once in awhile, yell yeehaw, and get all horny at the rapid fire and the burning vapor spurting from the end of the barrel. Their other use – their only other use – is to kill people

I half expected him to say yee-haw in the most unenthusiastic voice ever.

I am still trying to figure out how the hell I went from promising myself I wouldn’t get tangled up with this man, to seconds away from jumping on and saying yee-haw.

Not like a ride in a yeehaw kind of way. I said that because one takes cars for a ride. Like, for a spin. But not men, not in that way. At least, I have never taken a man for a spin.

The yeehaw explanation is we're too busy chasing meat'n'pussy.

Yeehaw

Yeehaw,” he cried, rocking his hips in a circle even while riding Levi.

Semi-automatics have only two purposes. One is so owners can take them to the shooting range once in awhile, yell yeehaw, and get all horny at the rapid fire and the burning vapor spurting from the end of the barrel. Their other use — their only other use — is to kill people. In

If I thought he was sexy as a football playing jock, woof. I’m about to let Cowboy Elijah fuck me in this pasture. Yeehaw, baby.

Yeehaw.

For those who want to be choked out by a yeehaw muscle mommy with religious trauma.

And maybe it was because she'd been raised around a bunch of rowdy bikers, but she always got a little weak in the knees when confronted with badass tattoos inked into tough, tan skin. Put it all together, add a pinch of I-haven't-been-laid-in-way-too-long, and what did you come up with? A big ol'dollop of yeehaw, cowgirl! with a side of 'wanna take-a-ride'?

State Road 60 is one of those great old Florida drives. From Tampa on the west coast to Vero Beach on the east, rolling through Mulberry and Bartow and Yeehaw Junction. Phosphate mines and orange groves and cows loitering near water holes in vast open flats dotted with sabal palms, stretching for miles, making the sky big. Here and there were the kind of occasional, isolated farmhouses that made people subconsciously think: Do they get Internet? In the middle of one overgrown field stood a single concrete wall, several stories high, covered with grime and mildew, the ancient ruins of a drive-in theater. The top of the wall was the last thing to catch a warm glow from the setting sun.

Horst grinned. ‘Well, look at us. The necromancer and the vampire against the forces of elemental evil. The Brothers Cabal ride again!’ ‘Yeehaw,’ said Cabal evenly.

But this is much better than around the block! Yee-haw, baby! Hold onto your seatbelt, ‘cause we’re gonna fly!

You need to lean in.” “This is me leaning in. I can’t believe the word ‘livestock’ just came out of my mouth,” she grumbled. “You’re practically a local already. Yee-haw.” I put some twang into my voice and she giggled.

I just nod and say a quiet, “Yeehaw,” as I twirl my finger around beside my head like I’m swinging a lasso.

(Verse 1) Well, Santa traded in his sleigh for a horse named Jingle Bell, Riding through the prairie, spreading cheer and tales to tell. With a lasso made of tinsel and a hat of red and white, He’s the jolliest cowboy, bringing joy on Christmas night. (Chorus) Yeehaw, Santa’s a cowboy, riding under the stars so bright, Delivering gifts and laughter, on this magical night. With his boots and spurs a-jingling, and a heart so full of cheer, Santa the cowboy’s coming, spreading joy to far and near. (Verse 2) He’s got a sack of presents, slung across his saddle horn, With candy canes and toys, for every girl and boy. From the deserts to the mountains, through the snow and rain, Santa the cowboy’s riding, on his merry Christmas train. (Chorus) Yeehaw, Santa’s a cowboy, riding under the stars so bright, Delivering gifts and laughter, on this magical night. With his boots and spurs a-jingling, and a heart so full of cheer, Santa the cowboy’s coming, spreading joy to far and near. (Bridge) Around the campfire, he tells stories of the North Pole, Of reindeer and elves, and a sleigh that’s mighty old. But now he’s a cowboy, with a spirit wild and free, Bringing Christmas to the range, for all the world to see. (Chorus) Yeehaw, Santa’s a cowboy, riding under the stars so bright, Delivering gifts and laughter, on this magical night. With his boots and spurs a-jingling, and a heart so full of cheer, Santa the cowboy’s coming, spreading joy to far and near. (Outro) So hang your stockings by the fire, and listen for his call, Santa the cowboy’s riding, Merry Christmas to all!

Billy and Thunder's Wild West Adventure Once upon a time in the Wild West, there was a little cowboy named Billy. Billy was no ordinary cowboy; he was the tiniest, most determined cowboy in all of Leeton, Missouri. One sunny afternoon, Billy decided it was time to round up his trusty steed, a plush toy horse named Thunder. Billy put on his best cowboy hat, tied his bandana, and slipped into his fringed coat. He climbed onto Thunder, ready to conquer the wild fields. As he rode, he imagined himself chasing down outlaws and saving the day. But Thunder had other plans. Being a plush toy, Thunder wasn't exactly built for speed. Instead, he bounced and wobbled, making Billy giggle uncontrollably. Suddenly, Billy spotted a group of real horses in the distance. "Yeehaw! Let's show them how it's done, Thunder!" he shouted. The real horses, curious about the tiny cowboy, trotted over to see what all the fuss was about. They watched in amusement as Billy and Thunder performed their best rodeo tricks. Billy decided it was time for the grand finale. He stood up on Thunder's back, arms outstretched, and shouted, "Look at me, I'm the greatest cowboy in the West!" Just then, Thunder wobbled a bit too much, and Billy tumbled off, landing softly in the grass. The real horses neighed in what sounded like laughter. Billy sat up, dusted himself off, and laughed along with them. "Well, Thunder, we might not be the fastest or the best, but we sure know how to have fun!" And with that, Billy and Thunder continued their adventure, bringing smiles and laughter to everyone they met in the Wild West. And so, the legend of Billy the Tiny Cowboy and his trusty steed Thunder spread far and wide, reminding everyone that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones filled with laughter and a little bit of wobble.

What is it called again, Carl?” “A mullet,” I said. “Yes, that’s right. Business in the front, party in the back. Tell me, is it a cultural thing? Where I’m from, it’s a cultural thing. It means you’re from a people who like to say ‘Yeehaw’ a lot and listen to music about trucks and cheating girlfriends and you eat things like corndogs and fried butter. And you like to blow things up.” She looked at me. “Carl, maybe you should grow one.