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Fantastic word game

Our esteemed Director of Linguistics (DoL as many prefer) comes a-calling at some point (accompanied by his beloved Petite Blonde Intern, of course) to chastise their ol' buddy from the Lone Star each n' ev'ry time I try n' use any birch syrup.

'cuz that's just pure sacrilege in the boudoir's neck o' the woods.
 
Birch syrup bottles, both empty and full, were strewn about the room and as he tried to make sense of it all, he said to himself, "Why can't I be like everybody else and just buy maple syrup?"

Earlier I stated that "Tickets From The Boudoir" (msgs #51,555 and #51,558) would make a good book title. I think I'm going to change it to "Tales From The Boudoir." :LOL:
The next great American novel. Should be interesting reading.
 
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Maple syrup would be chapter 1 in yer book, Mister Ed, but reviews o' it would be generally negative since there'd be a chapter er two involvin' their Southern-dwellin', hat-wearin', patience-testin' tag team partner in crime.

I reckon there'd be a whole 'nother section dedicated to 'rasslin, the art o' gummy purchasin', n' his total disdain fer the current state o' affairs in grammar n' punctuation usage by the masses, too.
 
Super wealthy (or, perhaps, super-wealthy as our DoL might prefer) donors have often attempted to buy their way in to PowerWorld and band camp but PowerWorld has never allowed such a thing to happen.
 
Such a thing to happen occurred die-rectly before WMC opened his eyes, rubbed them, looked at the illuminated digital read-out o' his bedside clock, n' exhaled deeply before the weight o' today's reality set in.

Not to burst yer bubble...but 💥

Ain't nobody givin' you a dime fer the place, nowadays, until you clean up the all o' the Texas-sized cowpies that've been dee-posited in the yard leadin' up to the front door.
 
Reality set in for rosecity when I told him that those cowpie-looking things are actually made from plaster by the arts and crafts kiddies and are as fake as his suspended aliases.

Good morning. Nice to see you. :cool:
 
His suspended aliases didn't quite work out so well fer the person who performed the banishment, now did they?

Good mornin', Mayflower Man. It's always nice to screw with...er uh, see you too. 😉

Folks, since he wants to keep bringin' it up, I was banned at one time, by Frank Berry, the former pro-prietor o' this site. This was durin' the genesis o' the BLM movement. I quipped "All lives matter to me, not just black ones." n' then shown the door. So, I grabbed my trusty 30.06, blew the mother clucker off'n its hinges, n' here I am. The end. Anything else needin' addressin' up there, WMC?
 
Did they happen to notice that you, rosecity, need to edit your beginning clue to match the previous ending clue before the DoL notices and hands you a full tray of demerits?
 
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A full try of demerits wouldn't make you (nor me) any less of a man.

Tip o' the hat to you fer catchin' that. The two other alias were my o-riginal long-time screen name (lost in the radio-info schism o' 2006, n' featured a part o' my true identity), n' it's replacement (which I simply fergot the password to). I've been banned exactly once. Once.

Don't let the winds o' the mayflower stop up yer sinuses with all that artificial pollen, folks.
 
Any less of a man would bypass his own error but, after the fact, I noticed I misspelled tray (as 'try') which I have corrected so now you, rosecity, need to correct your previous beginning clue due to my own carelessness.
 
My own carelessness will result in that gaffe o' your'n left in place, n' any resultin' demerits shipped die-rectly from the hayloft o' the ranch straight up to the dungeness basement.

Bee-sides, it gives any looky-loos that're too skeered at tryin' their own hand at the game, over fears o' makin' a mess o' things 'round here, some hope. Heck fer, we do a fine e'nuff job o' makin' a mess o' this place all by our lil' ol' selves. I sure was wonderin' what in the tarhooty kinda measurement a "try" o' demerits was, but hey, I'm a bit o' an uneducated hayseed, y'know.
 
The dungeness basement may not be off'n the coast o' England, but I do hear that there have been many a crab known to make residence there.

I reckon WMC's earlier flubbin' rubbed off on me a lil'. Seems I was searchin' my Stetson-covered noggin fer the word "cavernous", while havin' a hankerin' fer some seafood at lunch.

My bad, y'all. 🤠
 
Known to make residence there in that recently rebuilt Texas barn were a hen named Henrietta, now a pair of plump legs in a Florida freezer, and dear, sweet, but slightly promiscuous Constance, the dairy cow, who is also deceased, but details of her demise and the fate of her remains are scarce.
 
Scarce details are available but it's probable that the Freezer of Doom, the Denny's-sponsored and permanently-guarded mechanical bull, Ed, and the rcm ranch are somehow all involved in one way or another.
 
One way or another, at sometime in the future, all of the details will be revealed in a work tentatively entitled Tales From The Boudoir.

Possible follow-up titles:
  • Tales From The Ranch
  • Tales From Bandcamp
  • Tales From The Freezer
 
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Any participation from me will require someone to purchase one (1) whole case o' frosty Miller Lite as payment in full.

I come purdy cheap, I reckon.
 


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