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Fantastic word game

Future performance, Padre, will require you to use bold letters fer the entirety o' the clue provided to you, n' not just a part of it.

I reckon you oughta prepare yerself fer a lil' ticket, courtesy o' that fine, upstandin', linguistic-enforcin' duo up yonder in the boudoir. You used both words, n' that's fair play, but I reckon that ain't good enough fer the standards set in the great State of Vermont (by way of Connecticut, of course).
 
A part of it was boldface and a part of it wasn't, but the meaning was clear, so I'll only be giving dmar one demerit, but you've reminded me of a more serious offense originating in the stench-laden piney woods.

And that would be your characterization of our deposed (or retired, as he prefers) Game Czar's end clues as "coma inducin'." There should be a hyphen in the middle of that, rose, so stick three more demerits in that hillbilly corncob pipe of yours and smoke 'em.
 
Woods are where the bears take care o' business.

...they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I share with y'all what's been creepin' 'round the back end o' the RCM Ranch the last few nights. No wonder it's been so odorous 'round my neck o' the woods that y'all caught wind o' it.
 

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Business lunches in during the "Mad Men" era often involved a few mixed drinks which then resulted in the boss chasing his secretary around his desk once he was back in the office.
 
Once he was back in the office, the (former) Game Czar began to wonder if he made the right move when he resigned as Game Czar, and rumors began to circulate.
 
Rumors began to circulate that a welcomin' invite (to a certain rock-themed nightclub) was surely to come.

I wouldn't bet the farm on yer sorcery brewin', though, Mister Ed.
 
Surely to come when the tension between the redneck and the ex-czar reaches the point of no return will be a meeting in the rasslin' ring between the two, conducted under Texas Stench Match rules.

How does Monday or Tuesday here in Vermont sound, guys? It's going to be nearly 100 degrees and humid as all get-out, all the better for the stench factor.
 
Rules are relaxed here during the weekends as there are fewer contributors to keep an eye on what's going on.

Speaking of weekends, this one is here and it's about time for another fantastic 80s Rockfest at the new Illusions. Join kenny, Dave, the Denny's-sponsored mechanical bull and me as we start celebrating the nation's birthday a bit early with some star-spangled music. Have a great weekend!!
 
Keep an eye on what's going on or someone will sneak in either a grammatical error, or worse, an ellipsis or a semicolon.
 
An ellipsis or a semicolon are both enough to make my former Game Czar head explode so you just go ahead and use one of those and then see what ends up splattered all over your posting device.

You'll be sorry!!
 
Reversible slacks were the bane o' my existence as a child, n' are the very reason I have such a disdain fer both Montgomery Ward n' his gaw-dern husky department.

WMC in a 'rasslin ring. 😂 I can just hear the introduction now....

*microphone drops from the ceiling, MSG-style*

"...aaaand now, ladies and gentlemen. The featured attraction o' the evenin'. Introducin' first, in the blue corner. Tippin' the scales at an even 275 pounds, n' accompanied to the ring by his manager "The Mechanical Bull of Wrestling", from Worcester, Massachusetts, the former Game Czar n' heavyweight champion o' the Fantastic Wrestling Federation, the masked sensation, the man o' tidbits n' library interns, the man who made the sleeper famous, Misterrrrr Maaaaay-flowerrrr."

I reckon I just accomplished what John Cena set out to do recently. Ruin 'rasslin. 🤦
 
Husky department personnel should take care not to body-shame their customers by stage-whispering mean jokes to their co-workers about the gross, overweight porkers they're measuring for tent-like blouses and circus clown-style pants.

"What's that? You heard me say what? Oh, noooo, ma'am. I was just saying you were quite a looker! Why, I'd never compare you to a farm animal!"
 
Pants can very easily catch on fire if the person wearing them is a big, fat liar.

 
Your next camping trip or family cookout will include all family members, near and far, with whom you were able to connect in some fashion via your posting or calling device.

So there!!
 
Your posting or calling device can be used to participate in TFWG (as I prefer) from wherever you may be on this very beautiful day in your very own neck of the woods.
 
This very beautiful day in your very own neck of the woods may be suddenly interrupted by the ever-approachin' rumble o' thunderous hoofbeats.

Critters have sure 'nuff been known to wreck a few o' them beautiful days 'round here. Almost as wrecked as usin' the same adjective, very, in the very same ending clue. They must be doin' free, all-night two-fers at the club this week. Very important to promote these kinda events, I reckon. Very, very.
 
Thunderous hoofbeats are very loud when eVERY one of them is on a very straight course towards those very mysterious southern complainers.

Yup, doing two-fers on the mechanical bull tonight. Buy a ride, get a free one for your friend or family member. Always a hit.
 
Southern complainers (belly-achers, as we down here prefer) make sure n' certain to have their voices heard, n' when there ain't nobody else apparently listenin', they consistently get louder.

'specially the women. Sure love them tight-fittin' britches, but not all the hollerin'.
 


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