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Fantastic word game

Great concern to me is WMC's reluctance to include a preposition in his ending clue which would have not only been the polite thing to do, it would have made for a smooth and orderly transition to the next clue.
 
A smooth and orderly transition to the next clue is all anyone lookin' to buy one could ask for.

n' one sure does need a dee-liverin' to WMC fer not knowin' what "cloven" meant in Word Association, I'll tell you what. It's fine you ain't got no love fer the critters, but go n' pick up a Bible from the House o' Margalotti, er sumthin'. Geez, Louise! 😂
 
One could ask for a rabbi to join the cast of regular contributors to explain the finer details of Jewish dietary laws that a padre might not be able to do, which would help WMC with his "cloven" comprehension in the future.

"Whatsoever parteth the hoof, and is clovenfooted, and cheweth the cud, among the beasts, that shall ye eat. Nevertheless these shall ye not eat of them that chew the cud, or of them that divide the hoof: as the camel, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you." -- Leviticus 11:3
 
Roads will not be needed in Heaven neither, 'cuz I reckon you'll be able to just wiggle yer nose er cross yer arms n' blink yer way to wherever you wish to be.

I ain't never seen a Key Map pro-duced with "Heaven" on the cover. I reckon this here is the reason why.
 
Hell hath no fury like a scorned genie.

I'd a chucked that doggone bottle as far as I could throw it, after returnin' from the first time that drape wearin' blonde hussy blinked me back to ancient Persia.

Now, Samantha Stevens? She coulda wiggled her nose n' sent me anywhere she doggone pleased, by gum.
 
*puts the hat on*

Aw, jumpin' Gee Willikers. A gummy overdose in the middle o' the day? On a weekday, no less?!?! Now, whut am I playin' from? Lettuce see here... oh, ok, here goes the dusty, redneck wagon down the Fantastic trail.

Jeannie Buss has done a right shitty job o' runnin' the Lakers.

There. I said it...n' I reckon y'all already knew it.
 
For that mistake, CT, I reckon we can all fer-git 'bout it, as long as there's a lil' sumthin' in each of our Christmas stockings.

Nuthin' says "seasons greetin's" quite like good, ol'- fashioned hush money.

I'll also fer-git 'bout them $7 enchiladas. Vermont's jist too fer away from Meh-hee-coe to be anything near'n aw-thentic.
 
In each of our Christmas stockings, you can leave gift certificates to that restaurant, which is authentic enough to suit our tastes, as its husband-and-wife proprietors are, respectively, from Austin and Sonora.

It also is on the redneckier New Hampshire side of the mighty Connecticut, FYI.
 
Sonora, Texas, I know sumthin' 'bout, n' that's that it's the birthplace of Hoss (no, not our'n) Cartwright, Mr. Dan Blocker.

I'll take yer word as gold, compadre, but I wonder if they've ever buried a pig in the ground to cook it. Ask 'em fer me, next time, won't you? 😁
 


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