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Fantastic word game

Internet word games, instant messaging, and mechanical bulls have been mentioned here a time or two, but what has not been mentioned lately is that when you dance like nobody is looking, chances are there will be somebody watching and if you dance like me, they will think you are having a seizure or in the grips of some kind of demonic possession.
 
*Takes all headgear off n' climbs down the loft ladder fer this'n*

Some kind of demonic possession called vaxation first found its way into my life a few years ago, and became a constant, mind-numbing, torturous experience, for a short while, but relief was soon found, in the great State of Texas, one dark, hot, and humid Tuesday night, when a well-dressed, mild-mannered widower, that loved one and all, finally unleashed that supernatural being by inviting her to take the wheel.

*puts the 10-gallon hat back on*

Well, now. there you have a case o' there you are (thar y'arr, as some might say).
 
A tree is somethin' you'd rather have as a friend rather than an enemy, 'cuz they are simply the best at throwing shade.

Looks like I got jokes. Bad ones, yes, but jokes nonetheless.
 
Don Rickles had a wife, named Barbara, who was so ugly that she made blind kids cry.

His words, not mine. 🤷

A couple o' demerits charged to myself fer doublin' up the rathers in my last contribution, n' two more fer misspellin' vexation. Kinda sur-prised the Padre didn't chuck a hymnal at me fer that par-ticular mishap.
 
She made blind kids cry, and she even caused my dog to hide under the bed for three days with his paws over his eyes.
 
With his paws over his eyes, Snoopy swallered mighty hard as he took flight on the back of Woodstock.
 
Lucy and Peppermint Patty listened intently as Linus told them all about The Great Pumpkin (TGP as some here might prefer).

... and others might not, I suppose...
 
The Great Pumpkin (TGP as some here might prefer) pie, which will be served n' enjoyed by yer guests at the Thanksgiving Day table, is something you'll want to finish up n' throw out long before Christmas (Hannukah, as many kosher folks pre-fer).
 
Long before Christmas (Hannukah, as many kosher folks pre-fer), the lovely young library interns (plus Miss Silkie from afar) begin planning their holiday dessert and tidbit offerings.

They always have the best stuff. Mmmmmm!! Normally, they drop off samples to my now former cozy and plush Game Czar corner office. They will now drop off samples at a location to be determined.
 
Their holiday dessert and tidbit offerings are still bein' dee-livered to the office, but now the snacks will be, solely, consumed by the stored critters that reside within.

I gave the head PW, LLC. intern the recipes myself. W/o Miss Silkie 'round, someone's gotta motivate n' die-rect those lovely, young library prowlin' ladies. Miteaswell be a gentlemanly, lady-killer o' an ol' hayseed like myself
 
Files it away, in his redneck cranium, that the Linguistics Czar (maybe Kayla, too) is startin' to get a lil' con-cerned 'bout that 6 day, 7 night Floridian beach vacation that he and his assistant recently took.

The two o' you shoulda just went on back down to Little Rock n' enjoyed s'more o' that beautiful Clinton Country.
 
A virtual trend among young people is to highlight only the words in an end clue, used in an online word game, that were given to you.

What a sour "note" to end on, I'll tell you what.

Parishioners, if y'all will turn yer Bibles over to the Book o' Revelation. Chapter 22, n' we'll focus on verses 18 n' 19.

"I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this scroll: If anyone adds anything to them, God will add to that person the plagues described in this scroll. If anyone takes words away from this scroll of prophecy, God will take away from that person any share in the tree of life and in the Holy City, which are described in this scroll."

Now, I ain't wantin' no frogs er locusts bein' cast down upon the Padre's pulpit, nor his blessed n' favored sanctuary. Look up from them there sermon notes, once in awhile, Padre. Yer rivalin' me, now, in dee-merit count. It's gonna lead to Kayla sproutin' a gray hair...er three.

Yer gonna hafta overlook that Cantankerous Colon within the scripture, WMC. God wrote it, not this ol' heathenous hayseed.
 
"War Pigs", by Black Sabbath, is my favorite non-country song.

"Gen'rals gathered in their masses...

Dah dah.

...just like witches at black masses."

Dah dah. 🤘

Suddenly, n' not the 1st time this here week (right, CT?), the lines between SNG n' FWG have become just a wee bit blurred.
 


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