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Fantastic word game

Wrong time of year for an incantation anyway, Chief, as any magical spell cast towards the skies would only lead to more snow.

Groundhog steaks, huh? Well, I'll try anything once. I mean, after all, it's how I found out I just love me a big ol' pot of squirrel spaghetti. Mmm....mmm! 😋
 
New England Patriots sure ain't been the same since Bill Belichick and Tom Brady left town.

Of course, it ain't been right fer "America's Team" since 1996.
 
Bill Belichick and Tom Brady left town as soon as they realized that rosecitymedia was about to serve them squirrel spaghetti.

Seriously, RCM. I think every single one of my deceased Italian relatives just rolled over in their graves at the same time!
 
"These Days" has been the title of completely different songs by numerous artists, all perfectly legal because copyright law does not apply to titles.

So go ahead and write another "I Am The Walrus" or "Homecoming Queen's Got A Gun" if you want to.
 
Your car's glove compartment is a handy place to store gloves, I'm sure, but in the redneck's truck there's nothing but an old insurance card, a tire pressure gauge, and an equalizer for anyone trying to rage on the road around me.

What can I say, Padre? When in Rome, do as the Romans. It's a real dish down here, regardless of my Sicilian heritage. It tastes very similar to chicken spaghetti, only a lil' more twangy.
 
On the road around me are electronics stores selling some really nice pieces of stereo equipment, including several equalizers, but damned if I can fit any of them into my glove compartment when each one takes up most of the passenger-side seat.

It's like fitting a cow into a chicken coop or onto a queen-size bed, I tell ya!
 
Seat on my John Deere tractor is in dire need of replacement, considering the cushion is nearly fully-exposed and the dang foam keeps breaking off and falling out.

Sure ain't flatterin' roamin' 'round the Ranch with flaky backside britches, I'll tell you what.
 
Fellow citizens of the redneck bloodline fully understand what it means when something is caddywampus, cockeyed, or even tumped over.
 
About time to crack open the Yeti cooler and fetch another cold one.

A tumped over milk factory is cause fer tears, however. Made me further drown my sorrows just thinkin' about it.
 


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