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Fantastic word game

Critters (the movie) has to be one of the all-time worst 80's horror flicks I've personally seen.

"Killer Klowns From Outer Space" comes in at a close second.

Thought you were gonna get me to slip up n' unlock the ol' barn door. Didn't you, Compadre? 😂 If I did, it would correspond with opening up the cozy, plush, corner door, too, and we sure as dickens can't let that happen.
 
Nobody knows what might happen, Chief, but I am pretty sure he's just jealous that he doesn't have one of his own, giving him the opportunity to open up his very own dairy bar.
 
See my face, right now, and you'd witness the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Dadgum, Chief! That made me laugh so hard that my board-op actually looked up from her console and check to see if I was alright over here.

Much obliged fer the hearty giggle.
 
The tears rolling down my cheeks are for sadness due to how low this game has sunk.

Kemosabe, no having a cow, no head exploding in public. That's my former self.
 
This game has sunk in your opinion, but the rest of us seem to be rather content with where we're at.

I tried to tell you, repeatedly, that you were wearin' thin on several players here, WMC. You thought the ol' redneck was just being a jackass. Quite the contrary, partner. Only thing I want to accomplish is actually growing the participation within this Fantastic Word Game, and that required pryin' it outta yer death grip.

That's happened, now. The rest of us that are still playing (and I am truly sorry that my barnyard nonsense sent Silkie away to the sidelines, btw) seem to be having a much more enjoyable experience now. That last one, from the High Chief, just so happened to be at yer expense.

With that said, and this is about as cordial as it's gonna get from the beer swillin' redneck, won't you please dust yerself off, brush that salty chip off'n yer shoulder, and join us? I'll even retrieve yer life-size cutout of Olivia Newton-John, and the beautiful tropical plant, outta the corner office so you can take them home and enjoy them after a hard day at the retail gig.
 
East Texas is mighty damn cold this morning.

But nothing compared to the near zero wind chills forecasted for the upcoming week. 🥶
 
Off I go to the supermarket for milk, cheese, half-and-half, yogurt and other dairy products that I can now put safely in my refrigerator without having to deal with my pretend intern coming across them and sighing.

Because she had this thing going with You-know-who the You-know-what, of course. Damn, it's tough going cold turkey on all this, not gonna lie.
 
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Sighing is an appropriate response to not being able to bust each other's guts with barnyard, boudoir and intern hilarity on a daily basis, but I may be able to help with that by announcing that I have, perhaps, coined an official title for the administration ouster, and that is the Fantastic Uprising With Manageable Consequences.

Why, exactly, are Kayla and the boudoir gone, btw?
I don't recall either of them being part of the critter retirement package, Compadre.
 


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