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Fantastic word game

Real Italian food tastes like a little bit o' heaven to this ol' hayseed, n' my all-time dish o' preference is Eggplant Parmesan.

Occasionally? 🤣

Oh, sure. I've played by myself, too, just not near'n as often. I have a cast o' imaginary friends fer lonely times like that.
 
Eggplant Parmesan (or Parmigiana, as just-off-the-boat Italians (or Eye-talians, as rednecks prefer) prefer, is what vegans and animal abuse opponents prefer to eat instead of veal.

Mamma mia, dmargalotti! Look at that sentence of yours! Either remove the "is" or keep the "is" and insert a "who" between "live" and "knows." A sloppy serving of Demerits Marinara is heading your way.
 
Veal is impossible fer me to eat after lookin' die-rectly into the sad eyes o' any young, innocent calf, but I reckon Mister Ed would have no trouble at all killin', cleanin', n' stickin' a couple of 'em in his Freezer o' Doom, tucked away in small butcher paper-wrapped packages.

Maybe I'll just have a salad, if'n ever Ed invites me over.

Not sure what's goin' on with the Padre, lately. Maybe too much to juggle with managin' all o' the Saturday night rock requests, his Early Mornin' Contribution responsibilities 'round here, n' try'na prepare his weekly Sunday sermons fer his flock.

🤷

Hang in there, Padre.
 
One of my associates fell off'n his chair after realizin' that the Padre just threatened somebody with a lil' slicin' n' dicin' o' their temple.

That's some Old Testament justice, right there, which will likely find favor (favour, as Mister Ed's more refined tongue may prefer) with the boudoir.
 
Their temple in ruins, their army decimated, and their king dead, the barbarians began to retreat, and although they didn't know it at the time, it would be into the dustbin of history.
 
The dustbin of history would contain the Ten Commandments if theologians would only agree with my hypothesis that what the Judeo-Christian world believes are guidelines for mankind delivered directly (or die-rectly, as Moses would have preferred had he been born in Texas rather than Egypt) from God were, instead, merely the first 10 submissions to an ancient word game that met a quick demise due to lack of an internet.
 
Internet message boards dedicated to the broadcasting industry have come a long way since the days of alt.rec.radio, better known as the internet stone age.

And now, without further ado, and just because I can... Mr. Ed's brand new haiku collection, entitled "The Four Seasons."

~Spring~
Flowers waking up
From a long, long winter’s rest
On a warm, spring day

~Summer~
The clouds, puffy white
Cotton candy in the sky
On a summer’s day

~Autumn~
The leaves, yellow, red
Gold and brown, fall to the ground
On an autumn day

~Winter~
The snow, crisp and clean
Makes it quiet and peaceful
On a winter’s day
 
The internet stone age might have moved more quickly towards modern times if they had had Mr. Ed's haikus to publish to the world.

Ed, I'm weeping. Those are beautiful.
 
Hitting the post button is exactly what I did to offer this here contribution fer all yer eyes to see.

N' I'm glad I did.
 
Wrote someone many years ago, these words of wisdom:
"'Tis better to have played the game and lost, than not having ever played the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as most prefer)."
 
Fun n' Games were once handled by the Head of the Fun Department, but see'n as that par-ticular individual no longer graces us with their presence, I'd say we've done a purdy fair job, all by our lil' ol' selves, o' keeping the party going.
 
Keeping the party going is the job of the DJ, who keeps you dancing by playing everybody's favorite tunes.
 
Playing everybody's favorite tunes sounds a lot easier than it is because we do not all like the same things.

I used to love it in my secular radio days when a listener would call to complain that we always played (name any artist) and that nobody wanted to hear that artist. Inevitably, someone else would call a few minutes later wondering why we never played that same artist. You can't make this stuff up folks!
 
Things that make you go "hmmm..." are an integral part of this discussion.
 


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