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Fantastic word game

Refreshing the screen and revisiting my most recent posts in this thread, I see that I committed just as horrible a gaffe as Poppy Bush did, for the Pearl Harbor attack happened not in November but in December.

Three demerits for me, and a remedial World History summer school course.
 
December weather is usually pretty darned cold so I'm glad it's a long way off but I'm sure it will be here before we know it.

CT, Stuart's fave instructor, Mr. Allen, might be available to teach that summer World History class even though that's not where his specialties lie. But it couldn't hurt to ask.
 
We know it was a simple mistake, CT, and most likely came about over the concern for November's upcoming election being rather significant, as it will be the first time a United States President has been elected to non-consecutive terms since all the way back to the days of Grover Cleveland.

Otherwise, there may be one less Lone Star flying on Old Glory in 2025.
 
"Contributing to the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as he preferred) was his life" was what they engraved on his tombstone.

CT, since you gave yourself three demerits, perhaps instead of wasting three brand new demerits, you could just rescind mine and transfer them to your account? :D
 
His Tombstone frozen pizza was still in the oven when his wife found him sprawled, lifeless, on the floor.

Not a bad idea, but those demerits of yours have already been printed in triplicate, proofread by me and Kayla, my petite blonde intern, and filed away. No way I'm telling her to dig them out and begin the process of transferring them to me when we have reservations for a romantic dinner at a five-star restaurant in less than an hour.
 
Bound for a five-star restaurant, CT was stopped at the border of PowerWorld LLC by two members of the high and mighty Board of Governors and asked to provide any and all paperwork related to the hire of Kayla the petite blonde intern.

Miss Silkie, I hope you've accounted for all of your interns.

CT, shouldn't it be "Kayla and I" and not "me and Kayla"? Hmm?
 
The hire of Kayla the petite blonde intern is causing quite a stir here at TFWG, as people are beginning to talk about things that make you go "hmmmm."

I'm shocked, I tell you! SHOCKED!!

"Proofread by me and Kayla, my petite blonde intern" is correct. "Kayla and I" would be correct if you want to say "Kayla and I have proofread ..."
 
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Things that make you go "hmmmm", as Arseniooooooo Hall used to say, include the perplexing query of why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways.
 
Driveways are made, out here in the sticks, by running your truck up and down the same piece of pasture repeatedly until the path is beaten down.

Goodness gracious sakes alive! Ed with the assist on the latest Linguistics tip. Well played, partner.

Send ol' Kayla on down here to The Ranch, CT. We'll have her milking cows, feeding chickens, saddling horses, slopping hogs, hulling peas, baking cornbread, and all sorts of traditional Southern activities that she can learn directly from The Ranch hands. Vermont could use more Southern Belles, and to put the cherry on top for you, when we're done she'll even appreciate your spectacularly vast knowledge of country music once we throw a pair of Justin square-toed boots on her and teach her how to do the two-step.

Hot diggety, Cajun Queen! Dust off my steel guitar. We're fixing to have a hootenanny!
 
Beaten down by my desperate desire for affection, I took Kayla to a local dive bar for some down-home hillbilly dancing after our dinner, only to discover that her idea of classic country music is Beyonce's new album.

This ain't Texas ...
 
Beyonce's new album is, in this one humble man's opinion, a reflection of what happens when someone with fame and fortune needlessly veers out of their own lane.

True that, CT, but Beyonce sure is. Born and bred in the cesspool the rest of us Texicans call the armpit of the Gulf. I'm sure you know the old saying. "For Houstonians to get any water, it requires Dallasites to continue flushing commodes".
 
Their own lane was blocked by a stalled motorist, so they were forced to jump the curb and drive on the sidewalk in an effort to outrun the police who were in hot pursuit.
 
Hot pursuit got Jackie Gleason three well-timed paychecks while chasing Burt Reynolds, Sally Fields and Jerry Reed clear across the South.

Sum' bitch. Get in the car, Junior.
 
Speech therapy and lots of practice might finally allow you to pronounce your R's in the Boston area.

Pahk ya cah in Hahvahd Yahd.

rcm, for the record, it's Sally 'Field', not 'Fields'.

Happy Easter everyone. Lots of Peeps left at the new Illusions last night. Much like Twinkies, they never go bad so we'll continue snacking on them for the next couple of 80s Rockfests.
 
The Boston area wouldn't know the first thing about making Possum Pie or Gopher Gumbo but, by golly, neither one can compare to the Squirrel Surprise that the Cajun Queen cooks up on occasion.

Pig races were held last weekend, Stuart. Much to the snippy neighbor next door's chagrin. We're grilling up some leftover pork chops and frying up some fresh cracklins for Easter (that's pork rinds in some parts; pig skins in others). Grab your favorite bottle of hot sauce and meet us down by the cattle tank.

Sorry, WMC. Much like Burt did in Smokey and the Bandit II, I saw two frogs.
 
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