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Fantastic word game

Football a lot of times involves character, courage and international stewardship, unless you're talking about that unfortunate mess of a game people call "football" in the US.

[size=8pt]@dmargalotti--
A carnival withOUT greasy deep-fried fare is, for all intents and purposes, unconscionable. Guess I'll have to bring my own with me from home next time.....
 
An ending clue with which to start a sentence is something to be grateful for but it should not be expected because the previous poster while obligated to follow the rules (turns head and coughs while looking at Darth_vader), is under no obligation to furnish you with an easy clue for you to use at the start of your sentence.

Silkie, you were right to bring Darths' error to his attention however you-know-who is probably going to have a you-know-what when he sees that you distorted our official post count by making a post without a contribution. Darth, sorry to skip ya pal and for the record, I would NEVER attend a fair or carnival without greasy fried food. The post was intended to simply move the game along and was in no way a reflection of my personal views or opinions.
 
Your sentence will likely include 20-life in the clink if you're successfully convicted of robbing the University credit union.

[size=8pt]You know, as far as I could tell my previous post didn't even show up and neither did Miss Silkie's, even after hitting F5 twenty times, and shutting down Firefox and logging back in. Normally SMF would intercept your post and display a warning if someone posts whilst composing, but mine just went right through. No intercept message, nothing. Must be the heat/humidity.
 
Robbing the University credit union is right up there in the criminal code with getting a sidewalk surfer all primed up for a Septemba to rememba, putting us in mind of Julia Roberts in 1990 with a 1964 title track, and naturally since Edward has a broken finger and can't call himself, he secretly put the word out to get a message to the blonde Miss Vivian.
 
To get a message to the blonde Miss Vivian, which is my secret name for Miss Silkie, I've printed the unwritten rules for our little game and sent them to her by carrier pigeon, email, fax, snail mail and smoke signals so that our lovely librarian can bone up on those unwritten rules which state, amongst other things, that we should not artificially inflate our post count by merely dialoguing and not contributing.

Second time in a couple of weeks. We may have to have a meeting. ;)
 
Merely dialoguing and not contributing is hardly what I had in mind when I wrote my bestselling biography, "True Confessions of a Troublesome Meddling, Lonely Young Thang", which I heard being read over the loudspeaker system today - along with WMC's riot act, of course.
 
WMC's riot act, of course, is done with sensitivity and caring and with the best interests of everyone and the game in mind.
 
The best interests of everyone and the game in mind as a description of WMC's work would sound like mere hyperbole and self-aggrandizing exaggeration, but you'd know it's just the truth if you've seen WMC at work.
 
A model employee looks like buns unintentionally hanging out while attempting to drag the doghouse in so that it does not get blown, battered and washed away in the storm.
 
To drag the doghouse in so that it does not get blown, battered and washed away in the storm is probably a good idea especially if you have a favorite little furry friend inside at the time.
 
At the time of this post the doghouse is merely a fun, little curiosity, but just let a dog claim ownership of it, and it will be less than a New York minute until it no longer belongs to the dogs.
 
Earthy, soul-drenched songs of the sweet variety are not the kind we sing when some smart-arse decides that since there are two people in the deli section - and one has begun taking care of the business of the lounge - she might as well order what we ordered and take dibs on the service from our band camp's deli man as well as her own, but to her great surprise we informed her that she doesn't need or get the whole fwiggin' personnel department waiting on her.

So much for being a smooth operator, honey. Our alumni take care of us, because we are a household name everywhere. Waiting our turn at the deli is one thing, but when our regular guy shows up and confirms that we want our storm specials, and some cow with a bad pedicure decides to hurry up and jump in thinking that we ain't so slick on the jump, we get real snotty and crappy about the whole thing. She had to wait for her busy body deli person to finish telling her story too. And I gave her such a look when I got crappy and snotty too.
 
The whole fwiggin' personnel department waiting on her is not something I've seen at the supermarket but I have seen people trying to check out on the 20-items-or-less express lane with a cart full of maybe 30 or more items.

As bad as that is, the thing that REALLY drives me bonkers is when people leave their shopping carts right smack dab in the middle of the fwiggin' aisle while they walk away to go find some item on the shelf. Do they not realize that there are other people in the store too????
 
More items are still coming in to the FWG Back to School Giveaway at your local Shoprite and all other grocers, but we surpassed the previous record, by all measures: by item count, by total value, by number of shipping containers filled, and by raw tonnage.
 
Raw tonnage in backpacks prompted us to engage the services of a chiropractor to teach the campers how to properly carry their books, so that there will be no complaining of aches and pains at homework time.
 
Homework time must have increased dramatically since I was in school because I see my kids spending a lot more time doing homework than I ever did but then again maybe that's just because they're better students than I was at their age.
 


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