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Fantastic word game

Anything else that you would rather talk about is not the same as singing, but the kid said long long ago, to "remember; the party isn't over until the fat lady sings".
 
Until the fat lady sings, I'm probably going to remain asleep, but you can rest assured that as soon as I wake up I'm going to speak up for myself and tell my wife that I am never again going to let her drag me to a fershlugginer opera!
 
A fershlugginer opera sounds interesting so perhaps we should have Miss Silkie, our Director of Fun, arrange for a performance at the main band camp as soon as possible.

She knows everyone, I'm sure she can find some fershlugginer opera people around here somewhere. :D
 
Especially on the internets can you find more lies and misinformation than on a used car lot run by a bunch of criminal defense attorneys who are also politicians in their spare time.
 
"Time for Livin'" is what I've been saying after I get off of work lately, because that feels like freedom, and for some reason lately I've been frequently quoting the Beastie Boys.
 
Visiting scholars at most universities usually want to stay in swanky ivory towers, but at the FWG (or TFWG as some prefer), ours always choose to live in their own apartments in the student dorms, because, really, we give them no other choice.
 
No other choice do I have but to point at the SOMEONE added an extra word to their beginning clue in the previous post but I won't mention any names because I don't want to be labeled a rat, fink, snitch, or even worse, a tattletale.
 
In school and at home we were always taught that unless life, limb or property were in danger that telling about it was unacceptable, but when we had to go for it, they listened at least five times to the same story.

These days there's just no tellin' what they are tellin' 'em to tell.
 


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