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Fantastic word game

"Grid" allows you to build yer credit score, boost yer paycheck, and get cash when you need it.

Not that the RCM Ranch endorses Grid, but we sure 'nuff appreciate them existin' long e'nuff fer us to timely mention 'em in the game.

Ain't sure on ERCOT's capabilities, Padre. As you might've figgered already, the Ranch runs entirely on methane gas.
 
Soap operas ain't been doin' so well on the television either, in recent years, and are quickly goin' the way of silent films.

Mama Rose sure got into that Ryan's Hope, when I was a mere young 'un.
 
Piano solo, by the Padre's normally reliable church organist, included a twangy Merle Haggard tribute, ocurrin', shockingly, durin' the latest service, n' leadin' to an overwhelmin' reluctance by the congregation to have her provide the musical accompaniment again next week.
 
For me, it wouldn't be kosher to mention one of my unmentionable barnyard dwellers by name er breed, but ain't nothin' stoppin' the ol' hayseed from bringin' up Lord V, the moose known as Manfred, the badge-wearin' Lola, who rests comfortably in the security office's brand new, hand-built stall, or the pound o' ground round that's chillin' in Mister Ed's freezer.

The Ramblin' Redneck may be losin' his tag team partner? Say what? It's only 6 am in the Lone Star, but I figger I'd better go on ahead n' crack open the Yeti cooler fer an early start to the tallboy drinkin' after readin' that lil' non-tasty tidbit o' lunacy.
 
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He had ice cream in the freezer, too, as well as milk, cream, butter, cheese and yogurt in the refrigerator, but he never had to deal with a heartbroken intern who'd gaze upon those items, sigh an unmentionable's name, then either cry or faint.
 
Warm greetings to Ginger, n' not a moment too soon, as my regular mornin' bottle o' liquid gold looks more like a milkshake.

The embraceable ewe?!? 🤣🤣🤣

It's mighty cold here fer this ol' Texican. Mighty glad I went ahead n' cracked open a couple o' them early mornin' tallboys (EMTs, if you prefer).

Any ol' time, HOSS. We'll schedule a meetin' 'tween the Ag n' Security departments real soon.
 
Lactose-intolerant applicants need not apply fer the open internship, currently listed on the job board, n' located on the giant, pegboard-walled reception area within the gleamin'-new agriculture office buildin' adjacent to The RCM Ranch, but thanks for your interest.
 


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