One that guides his cock into his own asshole with the precision of a senior pilot landing an Embraer 190 on Runway 22 on a rain soaked night at LaGuardia.
That Ron sure is quite the Cock Pilot.
A big burly bad boy who is equally comfortable in a saloon or camping in the 'Daks.
He knows that everyone wants to be an outlaw until there is outlaw shit to do. Armed with that information he still attends country music concerts on a regular basis at Mulcahy's and Jones Beach. He meanders along the Wantagh Parkway and Sunrise Highway aboard his trusty steed Rav4 or square body pickup. Dreaming of a class B.
He will whisper or shout while telling you a story in excruciating detail.
If you run across him tread lightly,
kindly purchase him a cadillac margarita, tip your hat and mosey on along.
The saloon doors flew open and coming in hot a figure entered. We all gasped, it was the "Wantagh Cowboy"!
He sauntered up to the bar, his bride at his side with empty six shooter hands and shouted, "Yee Haw" while ordering a Cadillac Margarita. "Don't forget the triple sec he exclaimed."