Hmm...lets see im a pretty Basic dude ...i like to hang out with friends,Drink my Jim Beam whiskey,Listen to my Old COuntry Music,Love to go Hunting/Fishing with my boy Travis them aresome of the best things in the world right there...One day wanna Run my own rAnch In Montana...but before that i wanna go to CAli to learn to Surf ..coolest Sport in the world i think!.. oh and i cant wait till i get a new 07/08 truck






My Favorite Quotes

-"Always mystify,mislead, and surprise a enemy and when you Strike and overcome him never let up on the pursuit,never fight against heavy odds if you can hurl your forces on only a part of your enemies and crush it a small army may thus destory a large one and repeated victory will make it invincable!"-General Thomas J. Jackson

-"Madness?....THIS IS SPARTA!!!"-300

-"We live back in the woods you see Big city problems never bothered me"

-"Give them NOTHING.....but take from them....EVERYTHING!!"-300

-"Shake....and.....Bake"

-"Im your Hucklberry"

-"Thats the Rumor"

-"Aint that a Daisy"

-"Sir you are an Oak"

-"Im in my prime"

-"TRue story!"

-"WTF mate"

-"Hank Jr. and Waylon jennings are the Shit!!"

-"Thats how i roll"

-"You go to HELL...you go to hell AND DIE!!"

-"WHeres my money man!, Wheres my MONEY!!"

-"Like the lemon to the lime and the bumble to the Bee"


-"They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses
This is the concrete
And these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why
Thank god
Ask me how "

Oh, I'm a good old rebel,
Now thats just what I am,
And for this yankee nation,
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought a ganner,
I only wish we won.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.

I hates the yankee nation and eveything they do.
I hates the declaration of independence, too.
I hates the glorious union, just dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, and fitted all I could

I road with Robert E. Lee,
For three years, thereabout.
Got wounded in four places,
And I starved at point lookout.
I caught the Romatism
Campin' in the snow.
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some more.

3 hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust.
We got 3 hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern Fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish there were 3 million
Instead of what we got.
I can't pick up my musket
And fight 'um down no more
But I ain't gonna love 'um
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstruted
And I do not give a damn

Oh, I'm a good old rebel,
Now thats just what I am,
And for this yankee nation,
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought a ganner,
I only wish we won.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.

Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way?