| Shortly after the cattle had been loaded into the railroad cars to be shipped to
Chicago for processing, before starting the journey each car was assigned an attendant to
feed, water and watch the cattle on the way. This is a story of one such cowboy assigned
to that job: Following the arrival
and unloading of the cattle in Chicago, the cowboy headed for a restaurant for a long
overdue dinner The only seat left was next to a very young lady of perhaps 20 years of age
who appeared to be wealthy and with poise that reflected a substantial education. He could
not help overhearing her order as she said, "I'll have the breast of fowl...virgin
fowl, please. Make very sure it is virgin, catch it yourself. Garnish my plate with mild
onions, a cup of coffee, not too hot and please not too cold. Oh! and would you please
open the window...I smell cows, there must be a cowboy in here."
Thoroughly pissed off by now, the cowboy
placed his order like this: "I'll have the duck, a fucked duck. Make damn sure it is
well fucked, fuck it yourself. Garnish my plate with horse shit, a cup of coffee as strong
as Texas mule piss. Blow off the foam with a big ripe fart and would you knock out a wall,
I smell a cunt... there must be a whore in the house."
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