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Fantastic word game

The air was cleared at that therapy session last night involving me, my conflicted intern and rcm's hot-to-trot heifer, and I'm cautiously optimistic that the three of us will soon reach an understanding.
 
Timeouts, penalties, and demerits (sure feels like one too many commas there) are a tough three-some to pair, but once upon a time, I ran across the field bare ass, at my local high school football game, and set off a chain of events that included each of the three being utilized in the very same night.

Even at 16, I had a deep-rooted love of the ice cold brew.
 
The very same night, the air seemed to be a bit angry awhile back, but for the life of me I can't figure out why, unless decades later he discovered the dog turned up its nose at the baking.
 
Rhyme or reason can not be found as to exactly why Miss Silkie felt the need in adding extra words to my end clue, and the Director of Linguistics (and his Petite Blonde Intern) just breezed right on by the gaffe, without so much as a glance.

Sounds like the two of y'all have found yourselves taking a little day trip in the tiny ol' town of Distraction. Population: 2
 
Without so much as a glance, I ran right around the rest of you so I could get right to my welcome to the weekend greeting.

Miss Silkie merely bolded a couple of extra words accidentally but we've penalized people for doing that in the past so I'll let the Dol decide on that. I will say that 'the air' was the last ending clue on the previous page and the first beginning clue on this page so she bolded a previous clue.

And, yup, welcome to the weekend. You have a choice. First choice is to join us tomorrow night at the new Illusions for a patriotic, pre-July 4th 80s Rockfest with a chance to ride the Denny's-sponsored mechanical bull. Second choice is to head to Texas and enjoy doing whatever they are doing at the RCM Ranch. As always, kenny will be cooking up some amazing grub at Denny's early Sunday morning. Have a great weekend.
 
My welcome to the weekend greeting is for y'all to grab the pitchforks, a couple of gallons of ag diesel, and a get 'er done attitude, so we can burn all of these piles that currently litter the grounds of The RCM Ranch.

Marshmallows, Graham crackers, and chocolate are strongly encouraged for you to bring. We'll supply all of the milk and Miller Lite you can drink.
 
The grounds of The RCM Ranch certainly seem welcoming but I've decided to stay true and faithful to the new Illusions and Denny's as they are what helped us get to where we are today.
 
Where we are today seems to be a much less desirable place than we were yesterday, but still a hell of a lot better place than where it looks like we're going tomorrow.
 
"You're not invited" mustn't have flown, quite as easily, from the lips of Alanis Morissette.
 
The lips of Alanis Morissette seem to spew the same downbeat stuff that once came from the lips of Gloria Gaynor, and nobody much thought of that one either, but whatever gets you through your life, as the song went.
 
Ironic doesn't aptly describe winning the lottery and dying the next day?

I guess I'd better hop in the ol' pickup truck, head straight to The Wal-Mart, and invest in a book entitled "Irony For Dummies".
 
Dying the next day, the stoned hippie prepared his stack of clean, white t-shirts for the upcoming process.

Before one of y'all says a word, I know full-well it's dyeing, After a late-night of chasing Kayla (and her gaggle of fellow intern hens) out of Connie's barn early this morning, she deserves to have some early dirty work to contend with. Dad blame it! Where the hell was that syrupy supervisor of hers? Those little heifers broke out a tube on the Miller Lite neon sign, and kept Constance up all night with all their carrying on. There's no milk for by bowl of Post Toasties this morning!

I guess he must've been up in Massachusetts, sneaking around in the shadows, figuring out a nonchalant way to unbolt that infernal mechanical bull again. Get that PBI on a leash or something, Lingustics Czar!
 
The upcoming process of starting another week includes stopping by Miss Silkie's Tasty Tidbits for some Sunday goodies, checking in with the custodians at the new Illusions to make sure the place was cleaned up following the Rockfest, and taking a few of the lovely young library interns out for a topless drive.
 
Taking a few of the lovely young library interns out for a topless drive earlier today was a fantastic experience as we went to PowerWorld Lake a few miles away from band camp and enjoyed a delicious picnic lunch.
 


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