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Fantastic word game
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Port cities along the coast of the Gulf of Whatever We're Calling It Now sometimes find themselves in the path of a hurricane.
Hurricane Beryl walloped me right proper, even though I'm nearly 250 miles from the coast.
HOSS, scanman, buddy. I appreciate that invite, but the rascal up yonder has a list of to-do's that are need'n attention before we let him sit himself back down in the cozy, plush, corner (former) Game Czar office's chair, leadin' me to corral the unmentionables and sendin' them back in the Fantastic pen.
One thing he can check off'n his list is the High Chief. I am prepared to offer him the Director of Game Excess (DOGE, as you might deduce) position that we're in the process of creatin'.
If you know of anyone else who better represents sheer class, an appreciation for the lavish lifestyles, posh dreams, and all the finer things in life, I'd sure like to meet 'em.
HOSS, scanman, buddy. I appreciate that invite, but the rascal up yonder has a list of to-do's that are need'n attention before we let him sit himself back down in the cozy, plush, corner (former) Game Czar office's chair, leadin' me to corral the unmentionables and sendin' them back in the Fantastic pen.
One thing he can check off'n his list is the High Chief. I am prepared to offer him the Director of Game Excess (DOGE, as you might deduce) position that we're in the process of creatin'.
If you know of anyone else who better represents sheer class, an appreciation for the lavish lifestyles, posh dreams, and all the finer things in life, I'd sure like to meet 'em.
The Coast Guard is so busy protecting our shores from unwelcome job-stealing, tariff-threatening, "Gulf of Mexico"-saying Mexicans and Canadians these days that it failed to notice a small launch making its way into international waters off New England, the Denny's-sponsored mechanical bull in tow.
"Up, Up And Away" was a hit single by the Fifth Dimension, and was later used an advertising slogan for Trans World Airlines.
Trans World Airlines has been advisin' against the fish dinner ever since Ted Striker landed one of their precious airplanes.
High Chief, you are welcome to set up camp wherever yer heart desires, partner. It's yer Fantastic world. The unmentionable ones n' I are just livin' in it.
A pleasant weekend to all, from yer friends at The RCM Ranch, and a happy cupid day to one n' all.
High Chief, you are welcome to set up camp wherever yer heart desires, partner. It's yer Fantastic world. The unmentionable ones n' I are just livin' in it.
A pleasant weekend to all, from yer friends at The RCM Ranch, and a happy cupid day to one n' all.
Their precious airplanes are used as extra security precautions to keep our band camps safe and secure for one and all.
Well, I'd like to thank those of you who expressed support for me in my former Game Czar role a few pages back. I really really appreciate it very much. Thank you.
Having said that, I have come to enjoy my newfound freedom and I feel, for better or worse, it's time for the next generation to take over although I do not believe that rosecity and his creatures and barnyard dwellers are that next generation. I also believe that, no matter what I do or say, the promises made will be broken and the game will be overrun by more farm crap than anyone could ever want or handle.
And, so, to the amazement of some (perhaps even including myself), and to the delight of many others, the answer is no. I will not be returning to the plush and cozy Game Czar corner office.
However, I will still be joining kenny and Dave in the dj booth every Saturday night at the new Illusions. So join us, along with the Denny's-sponsored, permanently-guarded (generously paid for by Denny's) mechanical bull for a very presidential 80s Rockfest followed by some great grub at Denny's early Sunday morning. Drive safely as we are expecting a good winter storm this weekend in your former Game Czar's neck of the woods. Have a great weekend!!
Well, I'd like to thank those of you who expressed support for me in my former Game Czar role a few pages back. I really really appreciate it very much. Thank you.
Having said that, I have come to enjoy my newfound freedom and I feel, for better or worse, it's time for the next generation to take over although I do not believe that rosecity and his creatures and barnyard dwellers are that next generation. I also believe that, no matter what I do or say, the promises made will be broken and the game will be overrun by more farm crap than anyone could ever want or handle.
And, so, to the amazement of some (perhaps even including myself), and to the delight of many others, the answer is no. I will not be returning to the plush and cozy Game Czar corner office.
However, I will still be joining kenny and Dave in the dj booth every Saturday night at the new Illusions. So join us, along with the Denny's-sponsored, permanently-guarded (generously paid for by Denny's) mechanical bull for a very presidential 80s Rockfest followed by some great grub at Denny's early Sunday morning. Drive safely as we are expecting a good winter storm this weekend in your former Game Czar's neck of the woods. Have a great weekend!!
One and all of the rednecks that reside on the grounds of the semi-famous RCM Ranch are not, at all, surprised by his decision.
Which is fine by us, Mayflower Man. Not a word from you the next time one of us submits anything you don't particularly like, and we'll all be singin' Kum-ba-yah in perfect harmony.
Our original deal remains. No critters from me, no Game Czar-esque nonsense from you. You might want to holler at ol' CT, though. Last I checked, on the high-resolution redneck radar, yer mechanical bull is nearin' the eastern Atlantic, bein' tug by a Vermont registered speedboat, n' on a die-rect course fer the Sahara desert.
Which is fine by us, Mayflower Man. Not a word from you the next time one of us submits anything you don't particularly like, and we'll all be singin' Kum-ba-yah in perfect harmony.
Our original deal remains. No critters from me, no Game Czar-esque nonsense from you. You might want to holler at ol' CT, though. Last I checked, on the high-resolution redneck radar, yer mechanical bull is nearin' the eastern Atlantic, bein' tug by a Vermont registered speedboat, n' on a die-rect course fer the Sahara desert.
The future of the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG, as I lovingly prefer to correct to the proper FWG) is lookin' bright for this ol' hayseed, as there are several of us playin' that have a vivid imagination, a wicked sense of humor, and the ability to pivot the storyline at will.
We ain't no one-trick pony, hombre. There's more to this show than just a barnyard of critters.
We ain't no one-trick pony, hombre. There's more to this show than just a barnyard of critters.
Will WMC change his mind and either become Game Czar again or allow Constance and company to return to the game in the event that I implement my previously hinted-at plans to spin tales about my own collection of northern New England critters, featuring Lord Vennyson, a feisty (and tasty) whitetail?
White bread, American cheese, and a good amount of butter are all you need to make the perfect Grilled Cheese sandwich.
"Grilled Cheese sandwich!" exclaimed the one-eyed patron who'd just saddled up to the counter at Rosie's Coffee Shop and Cafe, all covered in oil and soot, n' sportin' a well-trimmed, handlebar mustache, and a heavily faded, yeller hardhat, when responding to the simple question which she posed, "What'll it be?"
...and so it begins. Ev'ry one, say howdy to Cy, the one-eyed driller.
Thanks fer the gift, High Chief. Excuse me, sir. Die-rector High Chief. 😉
...and so it begins. Ev'ry one, say howdy to Cy, the one-eyed driller.
Thanks fer the gift, High Chief. Excuse me, sir. Die-rector High Chief. 😉
"What'll it be for a beverage with that sandwich?" she asked Cy, getting "Milk, please" in reply, upon which both heard a faint, muffled moo from the padlocked barn next door.
Next door a certain unmentionable one patiently awaits ol' Cy to finish up so she can begin a slideshow presentation on how not to treat her kind.
An unwelcome unmentionable. That really gets my Greatest Of All-Time, yet another still unmentionable, grass eatin' machine, just a lil'.
n' all over one guy havin' an ego too big to allow for "our stuff" to be added into "his game". Makes no sense, but oh well, compadre. I do look forward to the zany antics of Lord Vennyson, the feisty whitetail. I'm sure he n' the PBI will become fast friends. She had such a soft touch n' a big ❤️, durin' her one visit, fer the ones that I can't summon here.
An unwelcome unmentionable. That really gets my Greatest Of All-Time, yet another still unmentionable, grass eatin' machine, just a lil'.
n' all over one guy havin' an ego too big to allow for "our stuff" to be added into "his game". Makes no sense, but oh well, compadre. I do look forward to the zany antics of Lord Vennyson, the feisty whitetail. I'm sure he n' the PBI will become fast friends. She had such a soft touch n' a big ❤️, durin' her one visit, fer the ones that I can't summon here.
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