Fantastic Word Game deserves a new weekend greeting from the resident redneck, and just for good measure...one of those.
Greetings fellow FWGers, it's the weekend! We're so glad you've made it through your work week, hopefully unscathed and ready for some excitement as we start the new month and find ourselves midway through the calendar year.
Come join me, my bovine, the Petite Blonde Intern, The Cajun Queen, Stuart, Miss Phyllis, a roomful of hayseed plow boys and girls, and the head honcho in charge of words and punctuation, as we line dance the night away at Rosie's Dance Hall and Saloon. A real, live bull will take you on the ride of your life, and if you last the full :08, your first six-pack of Miller Lite is on us. Miller Lite. Tastes great, less filling, and the proud sponsor of the RCM Ranch's official cowbell. Afterwards, we invite you to join us at El Guero's Late Night Mexicatessen for all-you-can-eat tamales and chimichangas. Mmm, mmm! They ARE delicious. Otherwise, feel free to join the Game Czar for his usual 80's affair, followed by a gathering at the Denny's that just closed it's doors recently. Word from the pasture, it was over health code concerns.
In closing, I will paraphrase an old line from the legendary "Nature Boy" Ric Flair. "Whether you like it, or you don't like it, learn to love it. Because the rambling redneck, Connie, the Doctor of Wordanomics, and the Petite Blonde Intern, as a distinctive part of Fantastic Word Game, are the best things going today! Woooooo!"
Edit to add: If you revert back a dozen or so pages, you will see that I have not mentioned anything wrestling related in awhile. Buc-ee's, yes. Connie, yes. Several other off-the-wall subjects, indeed. But not wrestling. Stopped that specifically for you, WMC, yet still you bellyache and gripe. Guess there's just no suiting you. 😂