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Fantastic word game

People the world over come to see our annual Goth show, put on by all of our TFWG Goth younguns.
 
TFWG Goth younguns can be seen around band camp during the late night hours while Anyacat was most recently seen last Tuesday before disappearing again.


Kenray, Anyacat last posted on Tuesday, not Sunday. Don't know where she went. Hopefully, she realizes that quad and Stuart are back and didn't go on another search for them.
 
Before disappearing again Anyacat dropped a little note to remind us that all new recruits need to know and respect that our TFWG family is an all-inclusive endeavor.
 
An all-inclusive endeavour is what TFWG band camp strives to be every year and I believe that mission was accomplished again this summer and we certainly thank all those who participated in the summer session of band camp which came to a rowdy yet tearful close earlier this evening around the campfire.


On Sunday, all band camp monitors should assist band campers and parents with clearing out their respective cabins, tents, and lockers. Band Camp itself should be vacated by 6pm Sunday evening. Band Camp employees will stay in town Sunday night at the PowerWorld Apartments. A final meeting will be held in the dining room Monday morning. Fall Session registration begins the week after Labor Day. Thanks for a great summer session everyone and thanks especially to the Band Camp Executive Director and our mixologist. I hope to see both of them helping with close-down tomorrow afternoon.
 
Around the campfire was where we told stories, kept warm with the good times and burned the bad times while toasting marshmallows in them for smores.


I have never backed out of cleaning before; no point running askeered from it now. I know that sometimes we have to take care of an honest cleanup job ourselves if it is to be truly cleaned. My sweetie pie will, of course be there helping.
 
Smores is one of the great things to make around the campfire, other things to do was to roast hot dogs on a stick, sing songs and tell ghost stories.
 
Tell ghost stories in a spooky voice and all the little bandcamperettes will run to their beds and hide under the covers.
 
The Covers might be a good name for a band, they could specialize in playing songs from other groups.

To my dear friend WMC, I have to admit you do talk a lot about "The Dude", I think you are perhaps jealous of his notoriety?

As for the "Man-Crush"...... Denial is a river in Egypt!
 
Groups of bandcampers have already left the compound and one-quarter of the camp is already a ghosttown.


Oh Stuart Stuart Stuart. My friend, my buddy, my pal, my goombah. You're a really nice guy and I'm glad you came back. But I must tell you, TheDude was a long-forgotten memory here until you started mentioning his name. It's all you, Stuart, all you.
 
Camp is already a ghost town although groups of young band campers from the four corners of the earth still routinely make known to new recruits the ground rules of TFWG which, incidentally, is part of their band camp job description and a most valuable and vital function of their incredibly intuitive, practical and undeniably wise judgment for preservation of the TFWG solid bond.

As band camp mixologist and head band camp librarian, I can tell you that these characters are nobody's idiots. They sit at the bar during priority planning meetings, sip their virgin daquiris and virgin margaritas and matter of factly laugh at new recruits, using very large words, such as patronization, cheap manipulation, insults to their intelligence and pathetically desperate maneuvers of some of the new recruits who try to keep their cool, act cool and knowledgeable and look all dignified and mature. If they don't like your brand of new recruit, ain't no gettin' around 'em. They already know that it isn't about you, but about them and the survival of the TFWG bond.
 
TFWG solid bond may have stirred up hidden emotions in reference to "The Dude" in many of us.

WMC, your diagnosis about "The Dude" MAY have some merit. Where should I send my $20.00 Blue Cross co-payment?

I really hate to point this out.... Ghost town is two words. (Mr. Allen probably would not have liked that)


(camp is already a ghosttown.) I am just trying to keep you "on task"
 
Us is a difficult word with which to begin a sentence if that sentence is to be grammatically correct, but we librarians muddle through anyway, recognizing that next weekend is the annual Labor Day bonfire, which burns by means of all manner of donated child psychology books, former camp member donated AARP dating books, aids and videos, and other useless crap that the librarian accepted and hoarded for the kiddies' big bash.


In defense of one of my previous posts, I did not mention the corrected version of the noun "ghost town". I let it slide.
 
I am going to admit up front, this may not be a grammatically correct sentence. (However, I am sure new Game Czar, WMC will alert all of us if it is not...)

Kiddies' big bash parties' are often the highlight after graduating from Nursery School.
 
Nursery School rhymes were once used to teach, but alas have gone the way of shoelaces and buttons.

At this point, given that you and I are the only two who are checking in periodically to make a contribution toward Page 1000 on a Sunday afternoon, if it had been grammatically incorrect, it would be long buried by the time the self-appointed Game Czar came back.
 
Shoelaces and buttons have seemingly lost out to other modern technologies, but they were often plot devices and murder weapons for Jessica Fletcher and her band of frequent homocide-solving fiends, errrr friends, in the otherwise quaint town of Cabot Cove.
 
In the otherwise quaint town of Cabot Cove Jessica once nabbed the killer based upon his answer to her question, "So, are you from down east?", while making small talk with him.
 
Stuart Greenberg said:
Kiddies' big bash parties' are often the highlight after graduating from Nursery School.


I have no issues with that contribution other than that the word parties doesn't need the apostrophe. Mr. Allen would be very displeased.

By the way, I am not the NEW Game Czar. I've been the Game Czar for many moons now. I was the Game Czar long before you went on sabbatical, Stuart.

The reason I haven't been posting today is because I was assisting in the band camp shut-down which, by the way, went very well. Everyone got out on time, nobody was injured. no U-Hauls broke down, and there were no unexplained rendezvous between band campers in the bushes that I know of (although I did notice that Silkie and her sweetie disappeared for a bit). Everyone else was accounted for. We'll get the PowerWorld maintenance people in there in a few days to give the joint a twice-over or two before fall session begins at the end of September.



Since Silkie didn't give us a bolded clue (unless it's been corrected while I'm writing this), I'll be creating one from her post:

While making small talk with him, Jessica Fletcher usually found a way to get someone to confess to something and someone always ended up dead wherever she happened to be.
 
Wherever she happened to be Silkie was definitely busily working to get the party gear ready for next weekend's big band camp shindig.

Thank you for your indulgence, as I have developed a habit of highlighting to bolden and then hitting "post" instead of the bold button.
 
Next weekend's big band camp shindig is news to me and I'm wondering who this party is for as the band camp employees will be heading home tomorrow after the morning meeting (with many of them then heading back to college) and registration is still weeks away for prospective fall session band campers.


Perhaps you forgot to include me on the memo regarding this mystery shindig. Or perhaps I just wasn't invited. <sigh>
 
Registration is still weeks away for prospective fall session band campers, although the fall schedule promises a course on how to play ONJ hits on the bag pipe.
 


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