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Fantastic word game

It could be taken away from us in an instant so let's be sure to tie it down so it doesn't get blown away by that big storm.
 
The valley got some snow while your friendly Game Czar's neck of the woods was left with maybe an inch of slippery, wet, heavy slop.
 
Slippery, wet, heavy slop is served daily at lunchtime in the company cafeteria.

Oh esteemed Director of Linguistics: In my post #46,999 I ended my sentence with a preposition, but you did not catch it. Therefore, please award yourself three (3) demerits and/or rescind the ones you previously awarded me. Thank you and good night.:)
 
The company cafeteria is supplied by Miss Silkie and the young lovely library interns courtesy of Miss Silkie's Tasty Tidbits so, Ed, I'd say you just got yourself a few evil eyes and a permanent ejection.

Anyone else you'd like to tick off? :ROFLMAO:
 
A permanent ejection from the carpool lane happened after the driver was caught with a pair of mannequins riding shotgun and in the back seat.

Kayla's still on his mind, Ed. He's kind of distracted right now over the disloyalty of his intern, and thank your lucky stars, partner. I've kept my silence on the matter, but I'm pretty near fed up with all the mooin', hoopin' and hollerin' coming out of the barn at night. If my vintage Miller Lite neon sign gets broken, there's going to be hell to pay. I may also need to hose down the cowbell once this affair has concluded.
 
The back seat is considered by some people to be the driver's seat.

Crap, now I'll probably never get rid of those demerits. But I have to at least make some sort of effort, don't I?
 
The driver's seat was filled by Miss Phyllis immediately following Stuart's aborted foot surgery but Stuart reclaimed it as soon as he could.
 
The mess on the floor of the RCM Ranch cattle barn turned out to be chocolate milk, which indicates that Constance, that shameless bovine hussy, has been cheating on Kayla with another intern of a decidedly non-blonde variety.

Island girl, island girl, tell me what you wantin' in the RCM cow's world ....
 
Many years ago, long before I even rescued her, Constance was known to sashé inside of certain dance clubs, meandering around in the dimly lit corners of the main floor with bovine of the mechanically bucking  kind.

I don't judge. As long as she keeps producing her dairy goods, she's free to frolic. When she dries up, the heifer will make for a number of mouth watering steak and baked tater suppers.
 
The mechanically bucking kind of sheep are, I must admit, kind of cute, as is mutton bustin', the kiddie version of bull riding seen most often at county fairs.

Uh-oh. While "sashay" does indeed trace to a French word, that word is not "sashé" but "chassé" -- and that means three more demerits for you, and more work for me, unless ... Who's that knocking on my door? Why it's my still-petite, still-blonde Kayla, tears in her big blue eyes, pleading for me to take her back! Aww, I'm such an old softie. Of course I'll take her back, even give her a battery-powered, mooing, moaning cow to amuse her when I'm away. But for now, she's got some demerits to file.
 
Live their lives if you insist, but I think it would be much better if you live your own lives.

Reminds me of a parody of "I've Gotta Be Me" by Sammy Davis Jr... 🎵"I've gotta be me, but I'm stuck being him..."🎵
 
Live your own lives and do what needs to be done but please remember to keep TFWG (as I prefer) on your daily schedule.
 
Your daily schedule of activities, here at the RCM Ranch, will apparently need to include French lessons for the staff, the very moment the Queen and I line-up qualified candidates to interview.

That's what I get for trying to be worldly. Ain't nothing French in ETX other than the sliced up taters available at the local DQ.

Glad Kayla made it home safely. I will advise you that if she wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming with sheer terror, panicked, sweaty, and clawing frantically at the bedroom door, these are merely the side effects that occur from standing eye to eye with The Cajun Queen at 2am, after all the hoopin' and hollerin' out in the barn woke her. Connie knows better than to rile up The Queen. Kayla had to go and learn things the hard way.

Indeed they do, WMC. Indeed they do.
 
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