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Fantastic word game

Defeat is not an option at the Thanksgiving dinner table when you're fighting for that last piece of dark turkey meat.

Because, let's face it, eating turkey breast is like eating cardboard.
 
CTListener would have you believe that his diabolical plan to rid the world of the mechanical bull is going to be a simple task, but after reading more in depth on the local laws involved in actually moving this thing, I've realized he might be better of going with the full blown arson option and just burn the club down with the bovine in it.

No gobbler debate involvement here. I'm a glazed ham kinda man.
 
Committing multiple felonies in the land of make believe will get you summoned to immediately appear before King Friday.

Not too worried, dmargalotti. If he takes the suggestion and runs with it, I've got the jet fueled up in the hangar and the old lady's emergency bag loaded up for our thoroughly planned trip to destination unknown.
 
King Friday XIII was the father of the lovely Lady Aberlin, but sadly, he didn't like me much and nixed our plans when I asked him for her hand in marriage.

She wound up eloping with Bob Dog. Women ... go figure 'em.

Oh, and some would prefer GTB over Great Turkey Debate, dm? Why?
 
Marriage has thus far eluded me but I hold out hope every day that one of the lovely young library interns will fall for my charm, my wit, and my prowess on the mechanical bull.
 
"My charm, my wit, and my prowess on the mechanical bull," says the Game Czar, "is legendary in this here neck o' the woods!" 😛
 
This here neck o' the woods features all the cows, bulls, bullocks, heifers and steers you could ever need in satisfying your urge to get bucked off of something and thrown to the ground.

I'll even take you snipe hunting, if that's more your speed. Grab your pillowcase...
 
Thrown to the ground, the white glove signaled to everyone in attendance that a duel was called for.
 
A duel was called for, and the two parties decided to face each other in front of the town saloon.

To the Director of Linguistincs: I hereby apologize for the glaring grammatical error in post #45,009. Intead of saying "... is legendary," I should have said "... are legendary."
 
The town saloon employed a quick witted, silver tongued bartender who told Marty, in Back to the Future III, to go stick his head out there in the horse trough if he wanted water.

Ice water in 1885! Heeelllo...McFly!
 
Water towers in the rural South are often adorned with the painted initials of young lovers, usually in red, but, in the case of the protagonist of Joe Diffie's '90s country hit, in "John Deere Green."

Good self-correction there, Ed. Now, may I point out to the honorable gentleman from Texas that his latest submission, above, contains two compound adjectives that are missing their requisite hyphens. They should be rendered as "quick-witted" and "silver-tongued."
 
In the 1800's, the Director of Linguistics and I would have been seen crashing through the window of the weathered, old, dilapidated saloon and out into the dusty, red dirt streets, for ever calling me out on a dad-blamed pair of hyphens, while knowing good and well that I'm a rather bad hombre who rides shotgun alongside the much feared and respected semicolon gang.

Watch yer back, partner. I'll be riding this way tonight right around supper time, and when I do, you had better make yerself real scarce. We don't take kindly to them dad blasted hyphens, a compounded anything, or the lawman that represents them egg suckin' yeller polecats.
 
People in other countries do not have word games of their own, but they do have the equivalents of our games in their own languages, including Poland's version of this game, Fantastyczna Gra Słowna, or FGS, as they prefer in cities including Warsaw and Krakow.
 


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