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Fantastic word game

Family friendly contributions are what we're all about here at TFWG (TFWG as I prefer) and that has kept us going and will keep us moving forward.

I will say, however, I'm a smidge nervous about this upcoming Radio Discussions site overhaul. If you're keeping track, seems we now have RD Board Reps (instead of Board Editors) watching over us. I'm not sure if the Managing Board Editor still exists or if he or she is now known or something else. I'm just hoping we still exist after the site overhaul and that we aren't somehow purged from the system.
 
That has kept us going and will keep us moving forward is how Mister WMC explained his brilliant idea to the Band Camp members and, indeed, he proved to them that his idea of creating jet propulsion by pouring Diet Coke and Mentos into the horn of his tuba really would work, although a very sticky trail would be left behind.

I can hear WMC now: "Hey, I bet that would work! Honey, do we have any Diet Coke and Mentos?" :D
 
A very sticky trail would be left behind if we all ate some cotton candy every time LARR made a really really really bad pun.

I'm coming to you from the shores of Lake PowerWorld. Fireworks are set to go off just after 9pm after the middle school and high school marching bands perform the national anthem. Should be a good time.
 
Every time LARR made a really really really bad pun and a lot of people tell him what a terriblegroan-inducing sense of humor he has, he just smiles and remembers the old adage that brings solace to motion-picture stars: There is no such thing as bad publicity.

Speaking of which, I finally got my name in lights at the movie theater. I changed my name to "Exit." :D
 
Bad publicity won't happen around here as long as we have quad, dmargalotti, Miss Silkie, and myself running the mother ship.
 
The mother ship can easily be distinguished from the father ship because its smokestack is always spewing.

It's just a joke, Honey! (I have to say this in case Mrs. LARR reads this.)
 
Always spewing lies and venom is no way to go through life.

"Nabs" isn't that common a word these days. More like a rural/southern 50s-era phrasing. Might not have ever been said north of Delaware, now that I think about it. I'm checking our NSA Weekly Reports to verify that.
 
Down the path to perdition hopefully with a pack of Nabs tucked securely in your back pocket lies an eternity of damnation and having only one pre-packaged snack to munch on.
 
More Globe Trekker episodes with Megan McCormick would be good to watch over a long holiday weekend while trying to stay cool.

Did joey just call us all gals on the previous page? I'm thinking a couple of demerits might be in order? dm? quad? Your thoughts?
 
At the FWG every day is a celebration and to celebrate today I have NABS for everyone who pays 10 cents!

(Yeah I did call everyone "gals" back a page or two, but I meant it in the generic sense of the word, so it's ok, gals)
 
Oppressive like summer, the rotund, weather worn man, in his rumpled best suit and bowler's hat, told JoeyBabe and dmargalotti, "I will gladly pay you tomorrow for some NABS and lemonade today.".
 
Some NABS and lemonade today in the hot house that is here in Israel would go down good with an 11 cent popsicle from the gas station across the street from my apartment.

(I consider myself lucky to have a full service 24 hour gas station right across the street. Now if I could only find a nickle phone booth).
 
11-cent popsicle from the gas station across the street from my apartment always seemed like a good deal until I discovered that Potrzebie's Discount Market around the corner offered a do-it-yourself popsicle kit which sold for only ten cents and included a stick and a baggie of flavored water and even though I had to put the baggie in the freezer and wait for it to freeze, saving a penny on each popsicle made it all worthwhile.

No matter what weird idea I come up with, I know that Mister WMC tries every one of 'em! ;)
 


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