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Fantastic word game

In the North Carolina market, what's to come must be a distasteful misconception of the original, which features a deer for a mascot.

You should've employed The Google to guide you to a spellchecker, Stuart.
 
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The Hartford Insurance Company doesn't want you to "Fear the Deer," but the Milwaukee Bucks do.

I'll let rosecitymedia, PowerWorld's unofficial liaison to Buc-ee's, determine how many demerits your latest faux pas will cost you, Stuart. Since my attempts to secure a lovely young intern to help me with my mounting workload have been unsuccessful, I'm going to start delegating responsibilities to others, whether they like it or not.
 
The Rockford Files was one of several TV detective shows that aired in the 1970s.

I will probably be awarded a couple of demerits for the grammatical errors in my last post...:confused:
 
In the 1970s, I was parked in front of my parent's Curtes Mathis color console watching the zany antics of John Ritter as he comically jumped through the hoops of mixed cohabitation.

Sorry to inform you, Stuart, that's 2 clotheslines (or demerits, as the game prefers). Unofficially, of course.
 
The hoops of mixed cohabitation is usually made up trip wires.

I'm not picky, after looking through all these TPS reports if I were crazy-OCD about details I would be nuts, but it's "Curtis Mathes," rcm. Give the man who made all those beautiful console tvs his proper due! Now back to those weeklies. Quarterly reports will be due before any of us are ready..
 
Trip wires abound in this game, but I don't think anyone expected quad to waltz into the Linguistics office, sit down in the cushy leather chair, plop his feet up on the desk, and make himself right at home.

Ok, quad. You got me. We had a Montgomery Ward black and white.
 
At home we had the Curtis Mathes all through the 70s and deep into the 80s before we got a Magnavox that had some kind of tropical/wicker design, and if I recall correctly they were both used.

I don't think the Curtis Mathes had the phono plugs for the modern VCRs. And the change probably happened because the wicker Magnavox had a remote!
Man now I'm having to figure out this new-fangled editing process. Learn somethin' new everyday, I reckon.
 
They were both used to being treated well by their regular waitress, but were absolutely stunned when she placed their plates on the table, turned around to walk away and let out something that smelled worse than a family of skunks.
 
A family of skunks was introduced by the papa skunk that made friends with the house cat that lived across the street.

Yes, you will get a jolt of energy that lets you know that you are very much alive when you see your escape artist cat has been visiting a family of skunks under a house, as they all march proudly down the street together.
 
Her tail wagged back and forth so quickly that we thought she might start flying away.

(My original contribution before CT pounced in: The house cat that lived across the street from us spent more time with us than with them and so became our house cat for about the next 15 years.)

True story except that it was a dog, not a cat. After the dog died of old age, Mom and Dad said no more pets. Three months later, this beautiful cat shows up in our yard. Very friendly. I was around 16 years old and had had a paper route around the block for 6 years so I knew all the animals/pets in the neighborhood. This cat did not belong to anyone in the neighborhood. Mom was adamant that the cat not come in the house. Well, we kinda let the cat wander in and the first spot he went to lie down was the spot in the kitchen where the dog always laid down (layed down?). We decided the dog came back reincarnated as the cat. And we kept him because nobody claimed him. And he gave us lots of kitty enjoyment for a good 10 or 12 years (maybe a bit more). The End.

Meanwhile, hey, it's Friday and it's time to head down to the new Illusions tomorrow night for another fantastic 80s Rockfest. And then join us in the early Sunday hours at Denny's to suck up kenny's grub. Have a great weekend!!!
 
Flying away to the Bahamas would be preferable to staying at home for the next week, dealing with weather that most Texans really aren't used to.

Great story there, WMC. Started reading it just before 11. Put me right to sleep. Woke up just now, at a quarter after 4 am, to see that I wasn't alone in being visited by the Sandman. He liked your story, too, signaling his approval by cracking open a Budweiser (his choice, not mine), guzzling it down and bashing the empty can against his forehead.
 
Most Texans really aren't used to to cold snaps, unlike us folks in the Midwest who deal with them regularly.

And, of course, we've got another one starting up right now, which won't end for more than a week. 👎
 
The Fantastic Whine Game would pair nicely with a well aged cheddar, but that would cause much distress to our colleague who hates cheese or likely even the thought of it.

By gum, I think the lovely town of Durham, North Carolina is dealing with a certain semi-famous resident who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
 


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