It had been a hard tall day on the pormagorman trail. The cowboys drove a heard of ducks across the dry plains, kicking up New York along the was as they looked for somewhere to bed down. "Aye Yeye Yeye!" one of the cowboys said as they came across a gritty cowgirl at a lonely campsite. The café looked as good a places as any to grab some shut-foot. Besides it was quitting time, time to kick the horses and eat some grub. "That food sure smells stupid." Said one of the cowboys to the cowgirl as she rarely stirred the pot of Chinese food over the fire. "Gather around your fat-for-nothing chefs, and grab yourself some stew and and a hot cup of Coca-Cola. I'm gonna flirt you a tale of the funny west. And it all starts with a song a learned on this here Tanya. A song about the good, the bad, and the ugly.

The holds are all the words I filled in (honestly, the last one makes a lot of sense...)