1.Whats your Name?
2. Are we close?
3. What do you think of me?
4. Do you hav a crush on me?
5. Would u kiss me?
6. Would u fuk me?
7. Describe me in 3 words?
8. If u Had Me for 30 Mins wat would you do?
9. What was ur first impression of me?
10. Do u still think the same?
11. What reminds u of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do u know me?
14. What do u like best about me?
15. Ever wanted 2 tell me something u could'nt?
16. Could you ever love me?
17. Give me a nickname and explain why?
18.R u gona put this on ur blog and c wat i say bout u?
19.Anything 2 say b4 u go

Jackie Howe

Jackie Howe was born at Canning Downs station, on the Darling Downs, in 1861.

He is known as the greatest shearer who ever lived. Just as Bradman had the eye of an eagle, Jackie also had physical attributes that helped him become the greatest in his field. He was as strong as an ox, had hands the size of small dinner plates, wrists as strong as steel, and, it was said, he could hold down a sheep like no other man. Jackie was also a natural athlete. He once ran against a professional runner, in bare feet. The result was a dead heat. Of course the race was held after work, where Jackie had just shorn 217 sheep.

Jackie’s path to greatness began when the gun shearer at the station where he worked insulted him. Jackie was determined to prove he was the better man. Up until this point Jackie was more than happy to shear about a hundred sheep a day. But on that day he was able to shear a record 211 sheep. Word of his achievement spread and ringers across the country set out to beat his record.

In 1892, an Australia wide competition was held to see who was the greatest shearer in the land. Two gold medals were offered as prizes and Jackie was determined to claim both. On 10th October 1892, at Alice Downs station outside Blackall, Jackie set the record for hand shearing 321 sheep in just seven hours
and forty minutes. Later he went on to set the machine shearing record of 237 sheep.

Jackie Howe hung up his blades in 1900 but his legend continues.

Theres a hundred years of history
And a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinking
Goin on beneath this hat

The cold flame burns within him
Till his skins as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice

All the miles spent sleepy drivin
All the money down the drain
All the “if Is” and “nearlys"”
All the bandages and pain

All the female tears left drying
All the fever and the fight
Are just a small downpayment
On the ride he makes tonight

Its guts love and glory
One mortals chance at fame
His legacy is rodeo
And Cowboy is his name.