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Fantastic word game

Some of us played hooky from school a few too many times, but not your friendly Linguistics Czar, as I only skipped school twice a year, to be at Borders to buy the latest editions of Merriam-Webster's New World Dictionary and Roget's Thesaurus the day they were released.

Ahem, dmar ... Did you forget a small detail in your starting clue? More demerits on the way.
 
They were released to us through our 1st grade curriculum, those pesky capitalistic, capitalized letters n' all, but that's down here in Texas, so we don't really know if usin' capital letters fer words other than Lord, Jesus, Yahweh, n' the like, were ever covered fer the Padre in the New Jersey public education system.

I'm purdy sure Diety capitalization would only be covered durin' his seminary days, CT. Might just wanna lay off him just a lil'. That lightnin' bolt he summons smarts like the dickens. Even in lowercase.
 
The New Jersey public education system once employed my mother as a substitute teacher, which was all fine and dandy to the grade school version of me, until the day when I walked into class only to find my own mother sitting behind the teacher's desk.
 
The teacher's desk is where trouble first started fer yer resident, ramblin' redneck, after gettin' my own, free, sex education lesson from lookin' up from underneath it to sneak a peak beneath her dress.

Heavens to Betsy. That story (n' associated childhood trauma) would be so much darker, if'n Mrs. Martens woulda been my own mother.
 
Playing on the radio is a long song while I drop by the Moo Cow Radio studio to lecture rosecity on the difference between "peak," a summit, and "peek," a glimpse.

Also, it should be deity, not diety, in your comment in your previous post. Three demerits for the error in game play.
 
Glimpse into the future (if you can) and try to guess what the next ending clue will be.
 
*takes hat off for this*

The next ending clue will be providing conclusive proof that each and every single one of us has unknowingly perished, we thankfully didn't feel a thing, but we suddenly find ourselves in this foreign purgatory-like state where shit like this now exists.


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I had the peak right, CT. She just wouldn't go for a 5 year old camping out under her desk while pitching a tent. Me trying to be sneaky about it...or not. 🤷
 
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This now exists as my next contribution which I hope you will all enjoy, especially CT, because he gets bored with the hum-drum, same old-same old.
 
A destroyed wheel with a flat tire on it, driven along a smooth road, goes thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

Almost as repetitious and boring as the three demerits I'm now handing out to WMC for his unnecessary hyphenating of "humdrum."
 
"Thump" goes my jaw as it hits the ground when I see that CT is about as repetitious with his demerits as some of these contributions.

Good thing it's funny and that we learn a lesson or two every day.

scanman, you have the right idea!!
 
"White bread, country ass, sorry, good fo..." is all the last rascal got outta his pie hole 'fore I hit that sucker with a two-piece.

Popeye's can't serve 'em up as fast as me, once you've done gone n' insulted my country roots.
 
Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes sound like a group o' hoodlums, with their hair all greased back, leather jackets on, n' a cigarette danglin' from each one of their mouths.

Doesn't seem like yer kinda homies, Padre. You musta been jammin' to that par-ticular album in yer pre-seminary days.
 
Each one of their mouths was washed out with soap for swearing like a sailor.

Those band campers sure will check their surroundings before doing that again. You just never know when a former Game Czar might be right around the corner checking out his former off, I mean, checking on things. Timeouts and a week-long ban from arts and crafts for those kids. Not to mention an email to Mom and Dad.
 


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