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Fantastic word game

The band campers this year played lots of country music, as well as artists like Alan Jackson, Alabama, Charlie Daniels and Kenny Chesney.

-crainbebo
 
If Olivia Newton-John sauntered up and started talking, I would listen politely (because I'm a gentleman) while simultaneously thinking about the splendiferous April Bowlby.
 
The splendiferous April Bowlby has a mere cult following when compared to the legions of fans who faithfully adore the delectable Olivia Newton-John.

Keep it up raptus and you're asking for trouble man.
;)
 
The delectable Olivia Newton-John may appeal to those who enjoy their Geritol cold with a sprinkle of Metamucil, but she just can't hold a candle to April Bowlby, the Goddess of a New Generation. ;D
 
April Bowlby, the Goddess of a New Generation wouldn't give you (raptus) the time of day because she lacks the maturity to appreciate adoring fans.

And FYI, I don't use either Geritol or Metamucil. They don't mix well with my prune juice and Grape Nuts.
:p
 
Adoring fans are always to be found near an Olivia Newton-John sighting, but if I said "April Bowlby's here!" in a crowded theater, I think it would just confuse and bewilder people.
 
John and Olivia just go their merry way right under the noses of prying busy bodies who can't keep their noses out of people's affairs.
 
Out I go in a happy mood as I see you people have once again regained your posting prowess.


But I still wonder why that other you-know-who still continues to participate in this game.
 
Your posting prowess, and this is to everyone, is certainly not as inspiring as having Olivia Newton-John sing "Magic" to you after a night of various impressive games of skill.
 
Games of skill at the carnival should be renamed Just Hand Over Your Money And Move Along.

I went to high school with a guy who became a carny. Another classmate became a bottom-tier professional wrestler. Both were dropouts, and both loved ON-J. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
 
Move along if you are an Olivia hater or think there is anyone better: this is an ON-J Appreciation Zone.

My great-grandpa was a carny, raptus. Where did you go to school? :p
 
An ON-J Appreciation Zone usually abuts the Wayne Newton Adoration Belt and the Conway Twitty Take Pleasure Center, but these pale in comparison to The April Bowlby Awesomeness Cathedral.

I went to the School of Hard Knocks. I had to walk 5 miles every day through 3 feet of snow. And it was uphill--both ways! My mom used to put a baked potato in my back pocket to keep me warm--and that was my lunch! And I was 12 years old before I realized my name wasn't "Git wood!"
 
The April Bowlby Awesomeness Cathedral sounds like it would be a good place, but I just learned something on yahoo that also saddens me: Jenna Fischer is engaged!

She never returned my calls either. One time, her number came up on my caller ID, and when I called it back, she was all "I don't know who called you, it wasn't me." At least she did it with a Pakistani accent, which gave me a chuckle while she ripped out my heart.
 
Jenna Fischer is engaged and congrats to her but it doesn't really affect me that much because I don't watch her show and I wasn't even aware of her until now.



TFWG is so very educational. ;D
 
I wasn't even aware of her until now also sounds like the defense Steve McNair would use if his wife questioned how he ran his after-retirement things.

Well I mean, he would if he wasn't dead.
 


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