Back in the old days when they used to ship the cattle to market, they always sent along a cowboy to feed and water the cattle on the long trip.
He had to stay right in the boxcar with the cattle; this is the story of one such cowboy.

<span class='standouttext'>Spoiler : </span><span class='spoiler'>Upon arriving in Chicago the cowboy hot, tired, dusty and thirsty headed for the nearest restaurant, the only seat available was next to a young, good looking, well dressed lady.
He couldn't help but overhear her place her order, "I'll have fowl, wild fowl, make sure it's wild, catch it yourself, garnish my plate lightly with onion, and bring me a cup of coffee, not too hot and not too cold, and not too strong, and waiter I smell a horse, there must be a cowboy in here, could you open a window?"

Thoroughly pissed off the cowboy places his order, "I'll have duck, [nocando] duck, make sure it's [nocando], [nocando] it yourself, and bring me a cup of coffee, as strong as Texas mule's piss, blow the foam off with a fart, garnish my plate with horse [nocando], and waiter could you knock down a wall, I smell a whore in heat, there must be a Bitch in the house!</span>

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