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Fantastic word game

Lab reports about the demise of Darth_vader are kept under wraps, because sometimes the details aren't important, but then again sometimes they are.

Darth was stressing and struggling for a while there after he lost his job. I remember he sent me some threatening pm's because I joked about something silly, then he denied he did it. I'm sure he's gone on to bigger and better things (at least in his mind, because what could be better than the FWG?)

Dang WMC snuck in on me. Gotta stop dawdling. I saw the post from WMC, then I went to edit, then I clicked the back button and the last two disappeared. Man alive, the gymnastics I'm doing. Wish I was dawdling.

The last one is often the best one and better than the first ones, because of how good they are.
 
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After Thanksgiving many campers will arrive for the winter session with mom's leftover turkey or ham, with which they will compare notes to take votes for next year, which they will have forgotten all about by then.

That is why we have the band camp photo album.
 
"Then, men, let's begin to eat the hen" is what I told my friends last Thanksgiving immediately after I said grace.

That was three rhyming words---loosely, four. What do I win? :)
 
"At Illusions, baby!" I screamed from the rooftops as I drove around town inviting everyone to another jam packed Dave & Kenny's 80s Rockfest.
 
Another jam packed Dave & Kenny's 80s Rockfest was punctuated with power ballads, and next week they are going to start playing one Christmas song an hour and gradually increase that.
 
Gradually increase that is the way to go because if they change to an all-Christmas 80s Rockfest now, I'll just stop going.

Unless you're trying to get me to stop going in which case you'd be doing the right thing.
 
I'll just stop going if a lot of other things happen, but since the Rockfests are such tremendously wonderful experiences, it's gonna take a whole series of bad things to happen.
 
A whole series of bad things to happen is the only way I would stop coming to TFWG ( as I and a bunch of others except Miss Silkie prefer) because, even though there may be glitches along the way, I want to see us hit our 7th anniversary, Page 3,000, and to move onward and upward towards Page 10,000.
 
Our 7th anniversary, Page 3,000, and to move onward and upward towards Page 10,000 is the immediate goal of all the Fantastic Word Game loyalists who prefer to be thought of as creative creatures instead of creepy cretins.

Not that there's anything wrong with being a creepy cretin, mind you. I might even be one myself some day.
 
Crop pants sounded like an exciting venture for Farmer Fred to get involved in but, after he planted hundreds of strips of rayon and dacron and cotton and watered them every day, he was dismayed to discover that his much-anticipated crop of pants never materialized and, instead of learning from his experience, he concluded that the crop might have grown if he had planted zippers along with the strips of cloth.

And why are pants referred to as a pair anyway? Also, shorts and scissors and tweezers. "One" doth not make a "pair."
 
For obvious reasons, I never put on my band camp uniform while I'm holding my piccolo because one time I dropped the piccolo down the left pants leg and when I walked out on stage I not only resembled Festus from Gunsmoke but I also drew a lot of laughs and giggles when I tried to retrieve the piccolo and then I was too embarrassed to play.
 
To play our little game, all you really need to do is write one well crafted sentence starting with the bolded ending clue from the previous contribution.

And we encourage everyone to do so including anyone and everyone who has ever popped in here even once to give it a try.
 
The Game Czar had no heat in his office over the weekend and he told me that the only reason why he was snuggling up with a pair of lovely young library interns was because they were all trying to keep warm.
 


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