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Fantastic word game

Ongoing research indicates that the management of the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as some prefer) should crack down on the improper use of grammatical elements, especially the comma.
 
The comma (crafty, of course) has become an essential weapon in game play, Ed, because the semicolon (of a sinister nature, as it's deemed here), colon, ellipsis (causes a certain person's inevitable cerebral detonation) and every other form of punctuation deemed fit to be used in lieu of the comma, gets just as ghastly a reaction around here as someone dropping a turd in the punch bowl at the Company Christmas Party.

I've been down with the Sinister Semicolon and the Evil Ellipsis since day 1. Peruse through the pages of yesteryear, and you'll see for yourself. I just don't wish to get the Game Czar's dander up more than I already do by just being my ornery, abrasive, tobacco spittin', beer swillin', buttermilk hatin', 10 gallon hat and Justin boot wearin' redneck self.
 
The Company Christmas Party could use a lot less buttermilk, a lot more egg nog (or eggnog, as the dictionary also accepts as correct) and as many parentheses as can be safely accommodated without violating town fire codes.
 
 Codes, of the cheating variety, are the easiest way that I have found for me to spawn a tank, become invincible, instantly gain a 5 star wanted level, or break out my fully loaded and extremely trustworthy bazooka to kill every damn last one of those shady hookers in Grand Theft Auto V.
 
Grand Theft Auto V might possibly make my brain explode as quickly as ellipses do so let's try to keep both of those things out of the game.

I figured out the problem of clues not following in order. I was checking some profiles while looking for scanman and ended up on rosecity's profile and accidentally clicked to ignore his comments. And given that you, rosecity, have many many (many many) comments, that really screwed everything up and my brain exploded. So I figured that out. However, I haven't tracked down scanman yet on his super-secret special assignment. In real life, he hasn't posted since Dec 6th (our anniversary date). Hopefully he is merely on a real life vacation.
 
The game, played by adorning our sentences with various punctuation market would certainly be more lively than if we played as lobotomized humanoids from the proverbial deep.
 
A movie you have got to see, as a true professional wrestling fan, is "The Iron Claw", a rather detailed documentary on the tragic circumstances and events that plagued the legendary Von Erich family.

Accidentally, my Justin booted foot. Made a bigger mess than a freshly slopped pig trough, trying to put a stop to the boot scootin' redneck and his ignorant redneckery wreckin' your game, eh? Well, a big ol' neener-neener to you. 😝 Sit back and enjoy yet another of my many many (many many) extracurricular (and oftentimes, just plain foolish) musings.

I'm sure that the scanman (with the most excellent boom box avatar, btw) is doing alright. I heard it from my best friend's cousin's roommate's sister's boyfriend's mom that he and the DoL(LC, as I prefer) were seen together in the wee hours of Sunday morning, in a certain dimly lit alley, directly behind a certain nightclub. Now, I'm not one to start gossip, or stick my honker where it doesn't belong, but you may need to pull the reversible tie and corduroy suit out from your closet, give them a once over with the lint brush, and prepare yourself to meet with the Denny's executive team. I'd bet they are going to have just a few questions.
 
Family values are strictly upheld by scanman and myself, at least in public, and we never meet in dimly lit alleys anywhere, for any purpose, unless, that is, we are in the mood for a moonlit romp with Sarah, scanman's loyal and oh so cute companion sheep.

Truth be told, he and I much prefer the ovine to the bovine, Now, if we can just find a mechanical one for the new Illusions.
 
When Stuart was a youngin', he always dreamed he would be a world famous Director of Linguistics, and maybe even someday be Czar of his very own game.
 


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