Your online activity, on Fantastic Word Game, is most certainly being monitored by the resident redneck (and his cast of unmentionables) at all times, and it's sure 'nuff looking like it's high time to drop a series of top rope elbows on that confounded Mayflower rascal up yonder.
Ain't no bird flu at the Ranch, but that scoundrel and his "former Game Czar" this, and his "former Game Czar" that is sure 'nuff breakin' the spirit of our negotiated deal, and becoming more annoyin' than the Mexican screw worm, I'll tell you what. Still the same ol' bull-oney as before, only with the word "former" added.
Anywho, I ain't hidin', my trusty friend is not ground up hamburger, and by gum, it's sure good to see the High Chief's wicked sense of humor has not diminished in my brief absence.