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Fantastic word game

Is it not common knowledge that I am not an ordained minister, preacher, pastor, or priest despite what our southern brother may call me?

I mean, yes, I am a person of faith. And while I do work in Christian media, I am not pastor. RCM chose to call me padre because...welll...he's RCM and none of us really know why he does the things he does. As for the scripture references, as much as I believe in the Good Book, in the nearly two decades of contributions to TFWG, I think I've done that once.
 
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Despite what our Southern brother may call me, I am actually sharper than most knives in the drawer.

*removes the 10-gallon Stetson hat*

I am an operative from that other band camp down the road, sent here to cause damage to the PowerWorld infrastructure so that we are no longer labeled as inferior. It's not easy being stuck in a campsite with nothing but ugly, old interns and baked goods that are typically as hard as a rock.

*puts hat back on n' cracks open a Miller Lite tallboy*

I reckon I owe you an apology, Linguistics Czar. I thought I was just thinkin' that last contribution, n' it looks like I was actually speakin' aloud. Apologies to you n' the little lady dweller up yonder in the boudoir.

Padre, you are a minister fer the good Lord, a messenger o" the Gospel, yes? Whether or not you were ever ordained, you were called. In my redneck eyes, n' 'cuz this ol' hayseed was raised in a sprinklin' (not dunkin') church, it's all I've ever known. You call the leader o' the flock "Padre", so that's what I do. You'll recall, I asked you before I started doin' it.

Would you druther be Super Dave? That was Plan B at the ranch.
 
Knives in the drawer and a target on my head keep me hidden and well-guarded by HOSS scanman's team any time that redneck guy mentions a possible Mayflower trip.
 
Motown Philly's back again, given what I've heard from this harmonious group o' sharply-dressed, cheesesteak eatin' guys.

Oh, Mayflower Man...you crack me up in so many ways.
 
Men of all ages were smitten by The Lovely Olivia Newton-John (TLONJ as preferred by some, TLON-J as preferred by others, both preferred by me) who, for many decades, visited band camp on a regular basis where she performed for the kids, staff and townspeople.
 
She performed for the kids, staff and townspeople, but only a chosen few in the upper hierarchy behind the scenes knew what sinister evil lurked beyond the scripted performances o' The Fabulous Moolah.




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Start your day with an alarm clock tossed at the wall.

Or a rooster. It really just boils down to whatever you've got readily available bedside.

She sure hasn't, Padre, n' it's a mighty good thing fer all o' us.
 
Tossed at the wall, a rooster is likely to squawk loudly enough to prompt a neighbor to call the ASPCA.

You always said Connie was a smart heifer. I hope you were using her as an alarm cow all those months rather than some relative of Henrietta Hen. Trying to toss her would be an exercise in futility, and would leave you with a sprained back or one hell of a hernia.
 
Simply because of their behavior at last Saturday night's 80's Rockfest at the new Illusions, they were swiftly escorted out the back door n' not invited back.

They don't take too kindly to line or square dancin' up there in those Mayflower clubs, you can bet yer bottom dollar. Skeered o' a scuffed floor, I reckon.
 
'Not invited back' was just a vicious rumor as it was the ever lovely young library interns doing some sexy line dancing in their miniskirts and boots and, really, who doesn't love a lovely young library intern in boots and a miniskirt?

Which brings up another good question: Will we ever see Miss Silkie again?

And another good question: Whatcha doing tomorrow night? Ya know what I'm doing? Do ya? You'd think you'd know by now. Nope, not heading to sunny Florida. I am heading down to the new Illusions for another fantastic 80s Rockfest. Kenny, Dave, the Denny's-sponsored mechanical bull and I will be playing the best in 80s Rock plus your requests. Join us in person or via the huge PowerWorld livestream. It's available everywhere except the great state of Texas where it's blacked out. Then join us early Sunday morning at Denny's where kenny will be cooking up some great food. See ya there and have a great weekend!!
 
'Who doesn't love a lovely young library intern in boots and a miniskirt?' is the question of the month.

I look forward to your answers. ;)
 
The month of June is starting to heat up here in your former Game Czar's neck of the woods with the last couple of days being warmer and more humid.

Raining today, though, but comfy temps. It might snow tomorrow. It won't. But it might.
 


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