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Fantastic word game

When I went for a visit to sunny Florida last fall, the weather was terrific so I am hoping that it will be just as terrific for my upcoming spring visit in about 6 weeks.

Also because I enjoy leaving time-centric clues for CT. :cool:
 
Going bonkers later in life, Alexander Grothendieck was among the greatest mathematicians o' the 20th century, until his cheese slipped off'n the cracker n' he com-pletely withdrew from the world around him.
 
Career girls were once relegated to the assembly line, waitressin', er sittin' bee-hind a secretary's desk, but in modern times like these, it won't be long now 'fore we see one sittin' in The White House.

*takes the Stetson off*

I suppose if we are taking this shindig in a more educational direction, complete with the honorable mentions of Alexander Grothendieck and Robert Schumann, I don't really need the hat. The scalp could use some fresh air, anyway.
 
In the White House, the guy occupying the Oval Office is probably inventing ways to tear down the rest of the building.

As Game Czar, I never once tried to tear down band camp buildings to build a giant gold ballroom.
 
"War Pigs" is a song that I could crank up to the maximum volume and listen to on a repeat.

I, also, think it should be playing the exact same way over loudspeakers in Tehran.

What you fail to realize, WMC, is that the East Wing grand ballroom will double as an impenetrable fallout shelter for whomever is the sitting President.

You know, for when that particular time comes.
 
During the next few weeks of March Madness, I will be rooting for the Lady Lumberjacks of Stephen F. Austin, no matter the fact that they stand less than a snowball's chance in hell of defeating the mighty University of Texas.
 
The mighty University of Texas won't even lace them up against the Lady Jacks, after SFA lost to Missouri State in the First Four.

I guess I should've checked the box scores before I submitted that last entry. 🤷
 
Manhattan's Upper East Side.is affectionately known as the "Silk Stocking District", and received that distinction as a result of, both, its affluence and influence.
 
"End this uppity, more serious version of Fantastic Word Game gameplay now, you half-witted hayseed!" are the words that were penned to me today in a hastily-scribbled, handwritten note from an individual who shall remain anonymous, but writes their correspondence in petite letters.

In due time, my dear. They deserve a break from the cornpone, every now and again.
 
In petite letters but written in magic marker, I scrambled to make sense of them before deciding they really weren't worth the effort.

It was too much work on a Friday night. Maybe on Monday I'll give it another try. No, probably not.

But, hey, meanwhile, the weekend is here so let's do some celebrating (celebratin' as most hayseeds and their interns prefer). It's time for another fantastic 80s Rockfest so join us tomorrow night at the new Illusions where kenny, Dave and myself will play the best in 80s Rock plus your requests. The Denny's-sponsored, permanently-guarded mechanical bull awaits your visit. Early Sunday morning, kenny cooks up some fantastic grub at Denny's. See ya there and have a great weekend!!
 
They really weren't worth the effort, those Boston Cream Pies we baked, but Lola (the former security cow, not an intern) absolutely insisted that we send them to Worcester with the hopes that the former Game Czar can, one day, keep track of our various secondary characters.

With me, in my little slice of imagination, is scanman's personal creation, Lola the security cow (retired security personnel, active cow). I (the hayseed, while under the hat) employ no intern. CT does, however. Her name is Kayla. She is short. Petite, she prefers. Blonde, too.

Other than Kayla, we have the lovely young library interns, formerly under the tutelage of Miss Silkie (and by association, Sweetie Pie), however, I can not recall any of them ever being given a name. Apparently, regular harassment of those lovely, innocent library interns, and downing multitudes of their Tasty Tidbits, requires no formalities.
Hope this helps in keeping track of The Listener Lodge's and RCM Ranch's valued and respected cast mates.

It's quite peculiar for me to carry on a lengthy rambling such as this without the hat firmly atop my long-haired cranium. I'll tell you...for certain.
 


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