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Fantastic word game

The first place I would look, if Rusty was to suddenly go amiss, is the local Sanderson's Farm plant, because those cruel bastards down there would have him hanging upside down from a hook and suddenly heading down the process line to have his head chopped off, feathers plucked, and finally moving toward the packaging area to be prepared for distribution.

Dang that Wayne Sanderson feller! Maybe I'll borrow that mechanical rooster and really throw a monkey wrench into their operation.
 
The world is yours, according to the neon statue sitting in drug kingpin Tony Montana's house.
 
Activities such as toes photobombing could take away from the thrill of a live music experience.
 
A live music experience turned into a total disaster for Milli Vanilli, who turned out to be a total fraud.

Hey, if you're going to lip-sync, at least use your own vocals.:ROFLMAO:
 
Charming and engaging, as well as handsome, empathetic, and a wonderful lover, are just some of the descriptive words The Cajun Queen never seems to mention to her fellow succubuses when she's talking about me.

Succubuses? Succubi?? Whatever. It's ok by me, though. As long as she doesn't try putting one of her notoriously evil hexes on me or my dear Constance.
 
Talking about me with regular break up stories, following up with temper tantrum fare over Sweetie Pie, is a bit ridiculous since there's never been a break up or even an inkling.

Not exactly tabloid fare so what was the point?
 
Even an inkling of a doubt about scanman and his top-flight security team's deliberate and calculated tactics in thwarting any mischievous plotting or scheming from those other riff-raff outfits parading around as legitimate band campers on the world-wide interwebs should never enter your mind.

Well, looky there. I played the game WMC's way. I'll even raise my half empty Miller Lite can towards the direction of Massachusetts. Let's see if he returns the favor and steps inside the squared circle. Connie's got a pail of milk on "not a chance", but I remain optimistic.
 
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Enter your mind, if you dare, but shall you enter at the front door, a side door or the rear door on arrival?
 
She's not telling us how stunning, lovely, and kindhearted she truly is, because she's much too classy of a lady to toot her own horn.

Nothing, or nobody, running around The Ranch by the name of "Miss Silkie" yet, Director. However, the red carpet is rolled out for her and Sweetie Pie if they'd ever like to come on down and stay a spell.
 
Other people may not get the fascination we have with the Fantastic Word Game (FWG, as I prefer) with all the talk of TPS Reports, Constance The Cow, early Sunday morning Denny's rituals, that ornery rooster named Rusty, the mechanical bull, Game Czars, Lingustic Czars, travel tips, an 80s Rockfest, Vermont maple syrup, Kayla the Shortcake Intern, The Cajun Queen, The RCM Ranch, neon Miller Lite signs, Miss Phyllis, Miss Silkie, Sweetie Pie, a rambling redneck, and Hammer dances (side to side, of course), but that's because it takes an extraordinarily apt memory and the ability to keep it all straight.

We're a special breed, I tell you what.
 


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