Lock up your daughters and grease up your goats, because a couple o' ol' timey gypsy bandits are staggering yr way!
Wanted posters and dime-store novellas tell of two handsome fellers by the names o' D. Trevlon and Po Kadot (he, of Square Root of Margaret infamy). But, when these peach eatin', spaghetti western watchin', dustbowl architects get together, they're called the Ghost-Town Minstrels.
You might may be 'xpectin' just another night at the local waterin' hole, but then these fellers stroll in, acoustic guitars in hand. For a dollar and a drink, these glorious bastards will sing you harmonies so purty, and play ditties so haunting...this music has been known to charm the long-johns off a mountain man whose been standing all day long, knee deep in gopher guts!
Once the music starts, well...that's when the magic and mayhem begins. Men-folk are so taken by the tunes, they start to drinkin' faster, and buyin' shots for their neighbors! They don't right off notice how the ladies have gotten to loosening their garments. Even so, loose garments won't put a stop to the female sweatin' that takes place at a Ghost-Town Minstrels show!
The men-folk get drunker, and the wimmin-folk get looser. Blind beggars' dogs start to humpin' on barstools. Next thing ya know, their's drinkin', dancin’ fightin’, fussin, - all sorts of goin's on!
And if you find yourself wakin' up at the crack o' noon, next to some gap-toothed stranger (that you might not otherwise touch with a ten foot pole)...well then, that sweet melody dancin' in the fog of your liqour-dented skull has been brought to you courtesy o' the Ghost-Town Minstrels.
Ask for them by name.
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