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Fantastic word game

At the world famous Buc-ee's one day, I overheard a couple of customers saying that the place is being mentioned in this game so frequently that it may soon join the mechanical bull, topless driving, Miss Silkie's tasty tidbits and the '80s Rockfest at the new Illusions as the most tiresome subjects we discuss.
 
We discuss so many things here at the Fantastic Word Game, but if you're tired of reading about the wonderful world of Buc-ee's, and WMC is going to say something as ridiculous as Miss Silkie serving higher quality confectionery delights than the beaver, then we can always change subjects and talk about lariats, backdrops, and Irish whips.

Have it y'all's way. 🤷‍♂️
 
Irish whips are probably what the guys in Devo would use if they were to perform their hit song "Whip It!" live in Ireland.
 
The pathway of life would be strewn with nitwits who think that they are competing for a romantic interest while schmoozing what they think is a romantic infidelity arrangement, but who is really their business competition fishing out and using the nitwits' own antics against them to find and solidify an amicable business relationship elsewhere entirely along a different line, if only nitwits had any business savvy.

Works like a charm every time. There ya go, CTListener. No mention of the mechanical bull, topless driving, Miss Silkie's tasty tidbits and the '80s Rockfest at the new Illusions. No baked goods for you for insulting my establishment.
 
Business savvy seems to be missing from CT's resume as he is obviously unaware that you don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Boy are you in trouble, CT. The Wrath of Miss Silkie is upon you. That includes the lovely young library interns. I think all of this wrestling talk has impeded your judgment. ;)
 
What's good for you, long term, when you have caught a cold, usually involves 16 more garden shovels full than usual of Vitamin C.
 
Vitamin C works on a cold, and many people also seem partial to elderberry, ivermectin, coconut oil, castor oil, and zillions of other remedies for their colds.

There are still more pleasant and healthful options on the menu at Silkie's Tasty Tidbits.
 
Their colds were so bad that those two Buc-ee's customers dropped by Miss Silkie's place the next day to ask her if any of her tidbits might contain a decongestant, but she just laughed and told them to try the new combination Buc-ee's/Mobil/KFC/CVS in North Carolina.

I'm OK with discussing Buc-ee's if drugs and fried chicken can be worked into the discussion.
 
North Carolina come on and raise up, take your shirt off, twist it around your hand, spin it like a helicopter.

Sung by a North Carolina rapper named Petey Pablo. Incarcerated for drugs, armed robbery, and I reckon he's eaten his fair share of fried chicken, too.
 
A another visit to the principals office sounds to me as if dmargalotti got just a bit n-n-nervous even think think thinking about it.
 
"hinking about it," rcm wrote, squinting through his Coke-bottle glasses and still neglecting to boldface the first letter in "thinking," not to mention (but I will) omitting the apostrophe in "principal's" from dmargalotti's ending clue, all of which means a whopping six demerits from a Linguistics Czar who is rapidly nearing the end of his tether.

You hought you'd get more sympathy from me? Hink again!
 
Tether me to the ring post and force me to watch the carnage as my old lady takes a DDT in the middle of the ring.

Picking on the blind, are you? Too bad Leroy McGuirk is no longer with us, or you'd be dealt with. Guess I was a little nervous, too, picking on a man of the cloth. My new specs are coming Wednesday. Hooray!
 
The ring must have hurt his wife's finger, mused a naive Charley Pride in a '70s country hit, figuring that's why, whenever she went out at night, she would leave that ring at home, on a table.
 
A table is usually where we sit down to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.
 
Breakfast, lunch and dinner can all be had at a certain place that I won't mention right now.

Fried chicken is readily available at this certain place, too, but I think (or hink, as it were) you'd better look elsewhere to score any drugs. The beaver don't play that.
 


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