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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:13 pm
 Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan ♣ "Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck
We hunt our honeys down, we take 'em into town
Start washin' all our worries down the drain
Rain is a good thing
Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn
Wringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm
When tin roof gets to talkin'; that's the best love we made
Yea where I come from, rain is a good thing."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:41 pm
Let's Get to the Basics {♣} My age? I’m 25. {♣} I'm male, who would name their daughter Tate?{♣} My birthday is coming up, Spring on the 10th!{♣} I'm straight, there are too many fine girls that I get the pleasure of meeting. {♣} I'm about 6’ tall. Yeah I’m tall, you don’t have to remind me. History Matters {♣} Being raised on a cattle ranch is something that either makes you tough or shows how weak you really are. Dad was never tough on us more than he had to be, but things were hard when Mum died from cancer. I had to raise my sister, Kate, and brother Kyle on the busy O’Ballivan ranch which, let me tell you, sucked big time sometimes. Dad definitely carried the weight of the job, well along with our foreman. My sister’s always been a spitfire, and my brother’s the dreamer so I guess that means I’ve been the one who’s had to get s**t done. That doesn’t mean though that I havn’t gotten into my own shares of trouble through time. I’ve got a bit of a record with the cops for fighting but anything more serious isn’t me. The first to ride a horse out of the two of my siblings and my determination to show off made me a force to be reckoned with while I was on the rodeo circuit. I have some of the damn scars to show some of the more so fierce battles with the bulls. I had to retire from bull riding though when Dad passed about a year ago. {♣}Before Dad passed, he had an idea for the ranch to get better known. For a few weeks we had this photographer chick out to the ranch. She was a smokin’ blonde with blue eyes bright as bluebells, who could wield a camera better than anyone I have ever met. Let’s just say we defiantly had some fun in the hay so to say. The chick’s name was Amanda O’Conner and after the few memorable weeks we had, she left as a good friend. While I was gone on rodeo I would hear of how she was doing out in the world, it seemed that taking pictures for Dad won her an award and helped the company a ton. That’s the past though, after Dad passed and my younger brother decided he wanted to run the ranch with his wife I set out again in search of new adventures. Amanda had sent me a letter about this tiny Island she had moved to out in the middle of nowhere. Sounds like my kinda place to live, she said she would put me up for a while and that I could bring my truck and Pegasus if I wanted but I think I’ll let the old girl spend time on the ranch she loves. Hope Mandy doesn’t mind that I bring along Chip I guess I’m off to Nirvani, going to see the smokin’ blonde and let things handle themselves for a while. Love vs. Hate {♣} Here's what I could spend forever with; Animals, Strip Poker, Swimming, Working with my Hands, Beer, Blonde's & Riding Horses.{♣} Kill me if I have to deal with any of this; Bears, Vegetables, Being Cold, Grumpy People, Dust, Bitter Food, Laziness, Being Sick, & Hangovers.My Life Now {♣} My job? Well I'm a bartender at the Grindhouse! {♣} My journal? Sure I have one, I don’t write in it much but it’s in a drawer near my bed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:42 pm
The Extras {♣} HAIR: I'd say brown. Amanda would say something creative like dirty blonde. {♣} EYES: Brown again. {♣} PIERCINGS: I'll leave those to the ladies{♣} TATTOOS: One on my left side that says Godspeed and one on my sholder. {♣} SCARS: Around my ribs from a bar fight What Makes Me Vroom Down at the Barn  Pegasus (Arabian Horse)
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