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Fantastic word game

"Bothered" is part of the title, Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered, which is a show tune from the 40's sung most notably by Ella Fitzgerald who never left a "g" off the end of her words.
 
"Jazz it up a lil'.", I told the young lady at the Mineola Dairy Queen drive-thru, who then proceeded to throw a heapin' helpin' o' Jalitos on my Beltbuster with cheese combo.

Sure am regrettin' that earlier lunch decision, I'll tell you what.
 
My Beltbuster with cheese combo can whoop yo' beltbuster with cheese combo any day of the week.

Welcome to the playground boys and girls!...
 
Any day of the week that ends in "y" is one where you'll find me crackin' open as many tallboys as it takes to get me on the verge o' teeterin'.

My combo surrenders, Mister Ed. I'm much too old n' slow to participate in food fights, partner. Well, other than the current fight I'm in after the fried jalapeno "upgrade".
 
Teeterin' on the teeter-totter sounds like seein' on the see-saw.

"Flatblastin'" came from an 80s song, "The Rain," by Oran "Juice" Jones, more of an r&b vibe tune, but the apostrophized ending without the stron' gee is also somethin' that comes out when I'm redneckin'.
 
Even this ol' hayseed (exaggerated, as our linguistical legend prefers) knows a 'g" belongs at the end o' strong, and as a result o' the prior non-redneck vocabulary just produced by quad, even though it was quite a hard-e-har-har fer me, I reckon it'd be in ev'ryone's best interest if'n y'all just leave the Southern-styled communication in the hands of a professional.
 
Shakespeare penned a line that said "all that glitters is not gold.", which is easily proven correct by simply headin' over to San Francisco.
 
The Barbary Coast, of San Francisco, Cal-a-forney, has a few similarities to my redneck compound, includin' several dance halls, a couple o' drinkin' saloons, various bars (featurin' dairy n' alcohol), clubs o' all sorts, n' a world-renowned variety show.

One notable diff'ernce bein' that the only drag queen 'round here, is the one unmentionable dweller designated, solely, to pullin' the plow.
 
A world-renowned variety show, hosted by Ed Sullivan, was in the headlines this month in 1964.

Are you talking about Octavia the non-gendered Ox, rcm? I think I recall the intern saying she encountered that critter on one of her visits to the barn, but milk was on her mind so they didn't get a chance to chat.
 
1964 was also the year that Jimmy "Boogie Woogie" Valiant debuted in the squared circle; however, he was a lot less "boogie woogie" back then, seein' as how he hadn't even grown his iconic full beard yet, but he did sport a rather wicked fu manchu.

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I think the term that specific unmentionable prefers is non-binary, compadre.
 
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