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Fantastic word game

Afore ye get too far ahead of yourselves, I just want to mention that I will be in and out of the office all next week as I am on vacation in the real world but I am staying home and not heading south to check out the bikini chicks.
 
Anywhere else but the La Brea Tar Pits would have been a better place for me to snack on my licorice sticks because I accidentally dropped the licorice sticks on the tar and now I can't find them.

This is just as bad as the time I accidentally dropped my marshmallows on a snowbank.

http://www.tarpits.org/la-brea-tar-pits
 
I can't find them either so I'll make sure to grab some red licorice sticks from Miss Silkie's Tasty Tidbits next time I visit.

Let's not forget the 80s Rockfest at Illusions tonight. Kenny and I (and Dave if he shows) are getting ready while some of our more musically-minded lovely young library interns are getting the crowd ready.
 
I visit Patrick Daley, son of former Chicago mayor Richard Daley, as often as I can, which is usually no more than monthly because I work for an hourly wage, and during one of those monthly visits Daley asked me why I don't visit him daily and I weakly replied, "Daley, I would prefer to visit you only yearly."

Mister WMC, I would like this post to be entered into the minutes of the FWG. Do you second the motion?

See what I did there?
 
Yearly visits from The Lovely Olivia (TLO as most prefer) turned into quarterly visits because she's so popular with the kids, not to mention us, so she will continue her visits to band camp with her next visit coming over the long Labor Day holiday weekend.

Thomps, I'll bring it up with the Board of Governors.
 
Trip time for WMC to see the bikini chicks usually comes during one of the weeks of the Winter Session, but since there are so many bikini chicks that it is easier to count the chicks who are not in bikinis, right in his own backyard, he saves on airfare during the Summer Session.
 
During the Summer Session, I don't usually see as many bikini chicks unless I am at a local beach, which I am not.

Spending the week cleaning up, throwing out, etc. (as opposed to throwing up and cleaning out ;) Maybe I'll get to a beach, maybe not.
 
I am not far from a beach, although I do prefer a zero gravity exercise swim at the band camp's watering hole, knowing that when I come ashore I will not subsequently have to walk three miles, on hot sand, in bare feet, back to my starting point.
 
If I begin anyplace else, I find it confusing so I always encourage newbies to TFWG (TFWG as most of the lovely young library interns prefer) to start at Page 1 and work slowly through the next 3,232 pages.

Which is really 21,232 pages in dog years.
 
The next 3,232 pages of the Fantastic Word Game (or Emag Drow Citsatnaf, if you read from right to left) will probably, if the first 3,232 pages are any indication, include approximately 5500 bad puns, 1200 blatant plugs for Dave and Kenny's Rockfest, 700 posts filled with alliteration, and 250 posts which show that the poster had a difficult time putting the final word in [b/boldface.]b

See what I did there? By the way, I truly detest the use of the term "dog years." One year of a dog's life may be the equivalent of seven years of a human's life but a one-year-old dog is one year old (Duh!), not seven years old. A two-year-old dog is two years old, not 14. And we never hear of "cat years" or "parakeet years" or "gemsbok years" or "echidna years" or "wildebeest years" or "angleworm years"---only "dog years." Hearing that ridiculous term really makes me growl!
 
boldface backwards, grammatically speaking, and talking about cat years, kind of reminds me that you are nobody until you have been ignored by a cat
 
You have been ignored by a cat if you have a cat because that's just how cats roll.

They don't really roll. Well not usually anyway. Unless you put them in a barrel or something and send them over the side of a hill. But then it would be the barrel that was doing the actual rolling. And the cats, well they would be more or less just kind of bouncing. So yeah, it's just a figure of speech.
 
Cats roll their ball-shaped toys around the room while playing, then run up to you and grab your leg when they're done with the toys so you can give them a little playful attention.

That's how my cat rolls, anyway.
 
Attention all band camp staff and volunteers, this weekend's Founders Day Picnic is being postponed because the company we hired to provide fireworks had a "minor mishap" so now they are looking for a new employee who still has 10 fingers.
 
10 Fingers Freddy was doing what appeared to be a new version of The Freddy when he hopped on his ten toes over and between the twirly ones, and we thought for sure that any moment he would go into some sort of a break dance to emulate them, so since the interns thought that he was doing a practice freebie performance they cheered and gave him a hearty round of applause.
 
A hearty round of applause for Miss Silkie who has gotten the lovely young library interns involved in a program designed to educate our band camp students about the profound impact Olivia Newton-John has had on our history, culture, and society.
 
History, culture, and society are all a part of our educational heritage, and we take no small measure of comfort in knowing that the lovely Olivia and Megan McCormick have been a vital part of our team.
 


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