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Fantastic word game

Something rather unusual happened with my last submission, but I can't penalize myself because the error I made didn't concern spelling, usage, punctuation or grammar.

No idea how #49,319 wound up in a quote, but it did.
 
Around here, we believe that if it is in well-versed written form, then it is, in fact, not spoken language, but written language.
 
Written language as an end clue, two posts after spoken language was used as an end clue, leads the redneck, and his loyal heifer, to wonder what in the hell has happened to our originality.

And both of those follered "grammer", which was first used by the Linguistics Czar.

Dang... ol' Henrietta (the know-it-all hen) has done fell back to sleep at the keyboard, forcing yours truly to unnecessarily exercise his thumb for this particular contribution. Y'all oughta know, I didn't spend this much time in English class when I was in school for those 6 years!
 
Expediency is all well and good, quad, but in the eyes of my beautiful bovine and me, it sure makes the Fantastic Word Game a bit less fantastic.

It's borderline uninspired, I'll tell you what. We keep on this here trail, and I'm liable to jerk the curtain at Gorilla position and send us on down to the squared circle.
 
The lovely and talented Rachel Welch, or Raquel Welch, as everyone but dmargalotti knew her, would issue him three voluptuous demerits right now for butchering her name, but, sadly, she passed on almost two years ago.

Said demerits will be issued by this office instead, in her loving memory,
And what's this blasphemy of yours, Rose? Implying that I wrote "grammer" as an ending clue? Nay, I spelled it correctly, as I always do.
 
Two years ago, I had a different heifer, her name was Bessie, and I sent her packing after she mistakenly ate my stash.

Sure nuff right, CT. The Redneck Thumb musta found a mind of its own. I'm sorry, compadre, and would be much obliged if you'd find it in your heel-ish heart to forgive this dumb ol' hayseed.
 
Unsuspecting contributors might be flabbergasted, maybe even taken aback, to find out that the biggest portion of the barnyard tales coming from the Lone Star is, really, just a bunch of bull.

The retired, and distinguished, newspaper copy editor knows it full-well, after Kayla's detailed report was delivered to him concerning the real goings-on, down here in the Rose City.
 
A bunch of bull (pardon the pun) came flying out of the Game Czar's plush office when it was revealed that a certain heifer was seen in the vicinity of the mechanical bull.

Blame it on the gummies. :censored:
 
The heifer's OnlyFans features content of her playing the washboard and Henrietta keeping the beat on a metal trough, inspired by the stylings of Johnny Cash playing in the background, so don't be getting any crazy ideas.

She's not THAT kinda heifer.
 
Any crazy ideas you may have about getting your hen back from the DoL alive are futile, as she's already laid two eggs for me and is now headed for the fryer.

As you can see, ol' Henrietta is terrified. She made me five bucks, but the name of the game is Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner. So...
 

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The fryer will take care of the chickens but there's nothing like a nice juicy hamburger cooking on the grill, because (as a certain ad campaign reminds us) beef is what's for dinner.
 
Beef is what's for dinner reminds me of a very popular commercial from years back asking everyone "Where's the beef?".

That brings us to another weekend and, for many, it's time to unwind while shopping for presents for loved ones. Me? I'll be working this weekend doing my retail thing trying to avoid all the stupid people if that's at all possible which it isn't. But, hey, tomorrow night, it's time for a Christmas and holiday-themed 80s Rockfest at the new Illusions. We'll be playing the best in 80s Rock plus some of your holiday favorites plus your requests. The Denny's-sponsored and permanently guarded mechanical bull will be in fine working mode with possibly some mistletoe hanging above it. Kenny and Dave and I will be guiding you from the dj booth. And then kenny will be cooking up some great grub at Denny's. It also snowed today here in your Game Czar's neck of the woods so be careful driving out there. Big trailer truck accident on the Massachusetts Turnpike today. Be careful out there and have a great weekend!!!
 
"Where's the beef?" you might ask, and the question is simply answered with two words.

My barn. I mean, ain't y'all been paying attention?

Good googly moogly, CT, that's not Henrietta (the know-it-all hen) at all, compadre. That's her Hollyweird cousin Eloise (the egotistical hen). Henrietta hasn't seen her in several seasons down here, and with the way she left the brood all in a huff and with her beak all up in the air, Henri's pretty satisfied that tough ol' hen has ended up in yer belly.
 


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