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Originally Posted by Buzz
Back in the oil boom days in northern Alberta, I met a few who fit that description perfectly! 
I love refined, pretty and dainty as much as the next guy - they're like E-types and Maseratis. But you haven't lived until you've gotten it on with a cussing, bitumen slinging, moose hunting, tattooed, barroom brawling, beer drinking roughneck woman. They shine up surprisingly nicely once they scrub off the crude oil - the smell never completely goes away - and head out to the tavern after a 14 hour shift. They're tough, loud and don't take any crap; and if you're lucky and brave enough to take one for a ride and survive, you'll be sore and a bit shaken and smell faintly of petroleum yourself but your heart will be pounding and you'll be grinning from ear to ear thinking holy sh-t that was bonkers - can't wait to do it again.
Glen my friend - sounds like your life has been way too sheltered!  |
"She's not the kinda girl you bring home to mom
She's my, heavy metal love
She's dirty, mean but she's lots of fun
She's my, heavy metal love
I like the caress of steel
It's the hard edge that I feel..."
Heavy Metal Love
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(yeah, I know. from an old '80's rock band)