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Fantastic word game

Wrong thing we're doing here, compadre, but if you insist.

Shoulda left well enough alone, I figure. I had your back, homie.

Connie sure don't like doing the same job twice.
 
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Committed to the teat, my hands are full.

How else would you expect us to provide the commentary? Henrietta pecks the keys, under Connie's direct supervision. I'm sorry, but you now know more about the Ranch than you should, compadre. An NDA is headed towards your boudoir. We'll need to see signatures from both you and Kayla before any more trade secrets are divulged.
 
Full crowd for the Denny's-sponsored mechanical bull tonight as we've received a request from a regular patron to rent it for an hour for birthday party hi-jinks.

Basically, we rope off the bull area for that time period so that only the rentee's friends and family are able to use it. Good way to drum up extra income for the new Illusions.
 
Birthday party hi-jinks (hijinks, as all rednecks prefer) often involve the ever-popular game of Pin the Tail on the Demerit, which currently features WMC under the blindfold, yet wandering into very familiar territory.

Extra bolded words... again?!? Tsk tsk, Game Czar, tsk tsk.
 
Wandering into very familiar territory, the Game Czar entered his plush Game Czar office once again, sat down in his plush Game Czar chair, picked up his Game Czar pen, and signed a new Game Czar executive proclamation.

... but what did it say? Stay tuned.
 
A new Game Czar executive proclamation hasn't beend issued around these parts in the better part of a decade.

Which is what sent CT and your rambling redneck (rosecitymedia, that's me!) into this Fantasyland tangent of Petite Blonde Interns, boudoirs, cowbells, gummies, maple syrup, New Hampshire rednecks, corporately sponsored neon lights, my various farm animals being introduced as game characters, and the occasional grapple inside the squared circle.
 
A decade plus 8 years is what we will celebrate here at the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as all Game Czars and some other people prefer) coming up in just 10 days.

Bad weekend for the Game Czar. Gotta pay less attention to daily operations and more attention to bolded clues.

rosecity, edit your last contribution if you still can: 'beend'.
 
His fragile emotional state sent Stuart on another long absence from the game.

Kinda surprised our pal Stuart has stayed away so long. Figured he'd be back within weeks. I'm going to try emailing him through the game although I don't know if he would get that message via his regular personal email or only through his RD account. Can't hurt to try.
 
Another long absence from the game occurs when you're tightly locked away in the Durham County jail.

Worse yet, Miss Phyllis got a big ol' hunk of time for trying to pass a shiv through to him during one of them there conjugal visits.

...oh, y'all got serious on me. Well then, I have no idea, but we, here at the Ranch, hope he and his wife are doing alright. He told me, through messenger, that he was simply bored with it. Nothing more, nothing less. Sure didn't have anything to do with my fragile emotions, hombre.

Thanks for the attempted save, too. We are still all outta sorts over being corrected on a country artist, by a dagnabbed northerner. Connie won't even look me in the eye.
 
The Durham County jail is where Stuart's favorite high school English teacher, Mr. Allen, wound up recently for attempting to conjugate with a freshman.

That news would be traumatic indeed for a former student who admired him so much. On the other hand, Stuart never seemed to learn anything in Mr. Allen's class, so no great loss.
 
Freshman year, according to the local newspaper archives, the new Illusions was still called the Massachusetts Mining Company, and featured many of its own fancy neon lights, leather chaps, denim jackets and handlebar mustaches.

Who'da thunk it? 🤷
 
Handlebar mustaches (or, moustaches, as some parts of the world prefer) are seen more regularly in rosecitymedia's part of the world rather than in many other places.
 
Many other places have women sporting enough facial hair on their faces to rival that of any man, but, thankfully, the only fuzzy females running around the Ranch are of the animal persuasion.
 
The animal persuasion is not allowed in any PowerWorld building unless it is an officially recognized guidance or comfort dog.

Everything else including the heifers can stay on the farm or on the ranch.
 


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