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Fantastic word game

Their contributions over the years included nary a mention o' the term "parts unknown", n' it leads me to bee-lieve that WMC is so impressed with my knowledge o' all things Star Trek, that he has actually added a pro-fesshunal 'rasslin term to his vocabulary.

Well done, dweller o' mayflowers, well done. The ol' hayseed has dug out from the snowy hell that befell us. Ev'ryone is a-ok, even though the teeth on most o' the critters remain chatterin'.

I hate to break it to the dis-tinguished gentlemen sittin' on that thar board o' PowerWorld, LLC., but if'n scanman has indeed ree-tired, Lola (scanman's security cow, as you may ree-member) is next in line to co-mand the group. It's all in the contract she stamped her hoof on, back bee-fore scanman pawned her off on me. You may wanna peep that contract over. Sure looks mighty ironclad to this ol' redneck.
 
This fantastic game needs a traffic light.

Oh, well. A long winded rambling...all fer naught.
 
Altar bein' misspelled by the Padre is e'nuff to make the Stetson spin on top of my head.

If'n it wasn't still frozen in place, that is. It's ironic, I'll tell you what, 'cuz we've spoken (at length) 'bout his spiritually-infused, H2O-flingin' aspergillum. He always spelled that 'un right. 🤷
 
My head was traumatized by the brothers at my Catholic High School which is how I explain my previous spelling mistake.

If we ever meet up in person, I will show you the dent in my head that was given to me by Brother Neal who would wear his college ring with the stone down and then smack kids like me in the back of the head anytime he thought we needed an extra dose of discipline. Four years of Catholic high school didn't exactly help me grow in my faith. In fact, the opposite is true. It marked the beginning of more than a decade living in a spiritual wilderness.
 
"My previous spelling mistake was spelling Brother Neal's name as Neil," dmargalotti recalled, years later, still trying to understand why that particular man of the cloth would cause him physical injury.
 
Former Catholic school students like myself are proof positive that the whole damned system is completely broken.

There just ain't e'nuff Hail Mary's in the world that I could chant in the hopes o' wipin' my par-ticular slate clean.
 
Start all over again with this here Early Mornin' Contribution from the hayloft, on this chilly Thursday, n' let's see where the path takes us.

Aww c'mon, WMC. You ain't got anyone else quali-fied more than Lola to be the overseer o' the henchm...uh, security dee-tail. I mean, scanman personally trained her, y'know.

I mean, who else can be trusted to pro-tect a bull (o' the mechanical variety, o' course) if it ain't an imaginary Holstein heifer wearin' a gleamin' security badge attached to her bell?

Hmmm??
 
Wilderness adventures are part of the environmental science classes at PowerWorld University (PU as some of those darned kids prefer).
 
PowerWorld University (PU as some of those darned kids prefer) may not be a powerhouse in college football, but the marching band is recognized as being one of the greatest in the world.
 
Some Hindus would welcome Lola's promotion to PowerWorld head of security as the highest level of admiration and veneration that a cow, so sacred in their faith, could receive.
 
Receive this tip o' the Stetson hat headin' yer way, Linguistics Czar, fer havin' such kind things to say 'bout the once-abandoned, now lovingly rescued and nurtured, security cow.

It's a shame she's not a dairy cow, else I'd be sendin' a case o' liquid goodness yers n' Kayla's way, if'n that were possible.
 
The once-abandoned, now lovingly rescued and nurtured, security cow has a lil' wind o' her own she'd like to send t'wards the city of Chicago.

Better ending clue fer y'all to work with. I just can't bear to see a bee-wildered Padre standin' at the Fantastic front door, scratchin' his cranium, n' wonderin' just what in all that is holy is that doggone, silly redneck ramblin' 'bout now?

I seen ya peekin' in the winder, between droppin' coins in the SNG jukebox, Padre. 🤣
 


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