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Fantastic word game

Carly Rae Jepsen would stand in agreement with me pointing out that, you, WMC, have now committed the exact same word crime against the game, as a half-drunken cowboy who often sees double.

Stuart's end clue included the title to her smash hit single "Call Me Maybe", as well as the word "by", prior to the use of her (im)proper name. Way to go on that, btw, Stuart. Miss Phyllis ought to give you a stern talking to for that one.

What's that all a-boot, partner? Throwing stones from the Massachusetts glass sun porch, eh?

WMC, a pair of glasses is your friend. 😉
 
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A half-drunken cowboy who often sees double would have done a better job than I did earlier.

Sorry about that, I was distracted by a lot of stuff while doing something very rare which was contributing from a very busy retail store. I blame my laptop. No, wait, I blame stupid customers. No, wait, I blame myself. 6 demerits for me.
 
The Smiths could have sung that song about my pretty blonde intern, who was found asleep in Connie's barn on the RCM Ranch, yet again, this morning, reliable sources tell me.

And I assume she'll be knocking on my door, yet again, by evening. Should I, yet again, take her back, or just accept that "once you've had cow, nothing else is 'wow' "?
 
I don't know much except that tomorrow Miss Phyllis and I are heading to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina for a ten day dysfunctional family reunion. 🥵 🏖️
 
A ten day dysfunctional family reunion would never make it past day three, if my family was involved.

After day 2, I'd be fed up with running to town, over and over, for ER visits, and the last time I had the kin folks at the house, I had to go and fish my side-by-side out of one of the cattle tanks. The sunbathing turtles were super pissed over that mess. Country folk...we certainly are a different breed.

Now, I don't know what to tell you about that Petite (Pretty?) Blonde Intern, CT. You're supposed to be the Cerebral Heel, partner. I must say, though, Connie has never before strutted around like she's been doing these last few days, and the glow exuding out of her right now can light up nearly half a house. That's a patch of high cotton for us, given that that old generator we have can only get 'er done to a point. Hey, if she shows up tonight, and I'm pretty near certain that she will, I'll send her back home toting a bottle of my Jameson, from the personal stash, to help you drown your sorrows.
 
If my family was involved in said reunion Webster's Dictionary, or even the Oxford Thesaurus might have pictures of the definition of keeping the fun in dysfunctional.
 
Keeping the fun in dysfunctional is, hopefully, a lot more appealing than tasting the turd in the turducken that The Cajun Queen tries (and fails) to fix each Christmas.

Let's just keep that little tidbit of information between us, if y'all don't mind.
 
Each Christmas we have a big family dinner and one of the topics of discussion will be having our large thirty person family reunion in Tyler, Texas. 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 🐄🤠
 
In Tyler, Texas, in the past, baking fruit cakes to send around turned out to be a bust when even the dog turned up its nose, so we all smiled and said thank you, recognizing that the thought mattered in the labor of love, especially when the birds wouldn't even get near to peck at the fruit cake.
 
The labor of love that some (certainly not I) would call the job of Director of Linguistics has not been made any easier by the omission of hyphens in two posts by Stuart.

Three demerits for "ten day" and three more for "thirty person." And a spritz of maple syrup on rcm's chicken-fried steak for not pointing out Stuart's stumble after repeating his ending clue.
 
Posts by Stuart do not include hyphens, because WMC goes into coronary failure over the possibility of an ellipse.
 
An ellipse is a mathematics term, Miss Silkie, and I kinda think you may have misspoke.

I think you may have been searching for the Evil Ellipsis in your sentence, ma'am. I, being the sassy redneck that I am, like to go full-tilt and pull the pin on a Sinister Semicolon grenade, when I'm feeling the need to cause a Massachusetts-based head explosion.

The dogs didn't eat that fruitcake, but the pigs sure 'nuff did.

Wait a minute, folks. Connie has clanged the Miller Lite sponsored cowbell from the confines of her plush, hay-filled stall. She wants to know what in the Holstein heifer happened between posts #47,672 & #47,673??
 
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You may have misspoke or I may be hearing voices, but I can tell you one thing, and that is that Silkie's #47,672 ended with a boldfaced "the labor of love" when I composed my #47,673, and no, I haven't consumed one gummy all day.

And rcm, you are quite correct. The word Silkie was grasping at but not quite coming up with was "ellipsis" or its plural, "ellipses," which describe the three periods placed in a sentence to indicate words omitted from the original text or quotation. Three demerits for her for that misstep.

And for pulling the virtual rug out from under my contribution by changing her ending clue at least 12 minutes after the fact, either while or after I was composing my follow-up sentence, I am at a loss to find a penalty that comes close to fitting that offense. Kayla, Constance and I will be discussing that later tonight, after our group therapy session.
 
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All day long, WMC straightens crooked products on those wiped down, spotless shelves that he personally maintains, returns out of place products to their rightful department, directs customers to the appropriate aisle of the product they can't find on there own, runs and grabs the mop and bucket whenever there may be a spill hazard, and even does all of this while doing everything in his power to maintain that pearly-white smile.
 
His power to maintain that pearly-white smile does not include most of those things but does include recognizing the difference between there, their, and they're.

Ohhh rosecity, your 'there' should have been 'their'. 6 demerits for something you should have learned in grade school. You are rackin' em up today, you are. But thanks for also recognizing Miss Silkie's error and what makes my head explode so 2 demerits taken away. CT, no penalty on Miss Silkie for editing while you were posting. Happens to all of us. We've had many a chuckle in years past when that happens. Anyacat is smiling down upon us on that subject.
 


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