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Fantastic word game

The hype surrounding a possible lawsuit over rcm's claim to creation and patenting of the Freezer o' (or of, as the phrase's originator prefers) Doom, is real, for it was I who coined the term, and it is I who has hired the sharpest redneck lawyers in the Sunshine State, all Hasidic (or Hayseedic, as they prefer) Jews, to pursue this matter in court.
 
In court, while they do what they gotta do, we will temporarily suspend the invitation for the FoD to appear in the new Illusions parking lot this weekend until such court matters are resolved.
 
Court matters are resolved in the case o' The Listener Lodge v. Redneck Enterprises LLC, as I retract my previous statement 'bout creatin' that appliance.

🤔 I reckon all we done down here was nix the F, fer redneck's sake. I just knew that sucker wudn't in the Mayflower jurisdiction. Sorry fer try'na steal the freezer's genesis, Linguistics Czar.

Don't worry none, Mister Ed. You can always store the demonic ice box in the cozy, plush, former-Game Czar's, corner office. There's plenty o' room to spare in there.
 
The Maytag Man n' the Dunkin' Donuts guy have very diff'ernt work ethics, n' it's quite tellin' once you see the Dunkin' Donuts guy runnin' 'round like a chicken with its head cut off (which would obviously be stashed in Mister Ed's Freezer o' Doom), while the Maytag Man just sits 'round twiddlin' his thumbs.
 
Twiddlin' his thumbs is how he spent most of his remaining days, reminiscing about the good ol' days, before they impounded Mr. Ed's Freezer of Doom (MEFOD as apparently not very many prefer) and auctioned off its contents, which included some very interesting items.

Chickens with their heads cut off? That's one my MEFOD (FoD as others might prefer) specialties.
 
Some very interesting items bound for said freezer at the conclusion of this legal matter should I lose this case may be select cuts of my incompetent Hayseedic lawyers, in which case I only ask that they be butchered in a kosher manner and their frozen parts be stored far from the pork.
 
Pork chops n' applesauce may not sound like a winnin' pairin' fer most folk's pallets, but in an effort to impersonate the legendary Humphrey Bogart, Peter Brady kept repeatin' that very combination, over n' over, in a well-known Brady Bunch episode.
 
Right before the big dance at school, I intend to tell the Director of Linguistics* (DoL as most prefer) that because rcm used the word pallet when he should have used palate, said linguistic felon should receive a demerit or two.

*Also known as Master of the English Language (MOTEL as apparently only I prefer).
 
Folks' (n' I'll take 'nother heapin' helpin' o' them demerits fer this blatant misuse, too) are accustomed to me n' my feller Southern-dwellers not havin' the linguistical prowess o' a retired copy editor n' his Petite Blonde Intern from Vermont (by way of Connecticut, of course), so it's kinda interestin' to this ol' redneck that Mister Ed has that firm a grasp on the French language.

My redneck radar's beginnin' to smell an imposter, by gum. You must be one o' them trans-plants that made their way down here to the Southern paradise, Mister Ed.

Palate??? Ain't that some kinda weight loss program y'all sof...soph...higher edjumicated people call exercise?
 
The French language may soon be getting its own version of The Fantastic Word Game (to be called "Le Fantastique Jeu De Mots") as TFWG becomes known around the world.

Rumor has it that a Spanish version ("El Fantástico Juego De Palabras") is in the works.
[Ducks for cover from the soon-to-come cranial explosions.]
 
As TFWG becomes known around the world, the Padre will be obligated to purchase n' then pass 'round a bigger collection plate, durin' each Sunday mornin' meetin', with all pro-ceeds goin' t'wards buildin' us a bigger sanctuary.

I reckon yer ok, Mister Ed. Unless yer introducin' us to a sinistre point-virgule, er a mal l'ellipse, I'm purdy sure the man o' the mayflowers will keep all o' his brain matter intact.
 
A bigger sanctuary would, in theory, require a bigger pulpit.

And a bigger pulpit would require a bigger preacher, etc...
I could also introduce «French-style» quotation marks, and watch the heads explode across the universe.
 
The big guy upstairs in the hayloft, already two Miller Lites in n' reachin' fer 'nother, is havin' to start from scratch, after a well-timed dmargalotti submission.

Sure snuck that one in on me, Padre.
 
A well-timed dmargalotti submission nailed him with military-like precision, sneaking in behind him and overtaking him at the last minute.
 
At the last minute, I noticed the "at" in Ed's ending clue and had to revise my brilliant entry that began with "the last minute" and dealt with the extended fade-out of "Hey Jude" and substitute this one, which is quite lame.
 
Lame comments mentioning the long ending of "Hey Jude", if made on an oldies station, would get you run out of town by little old ladies with rolling pins.

Think I'm kidding?
 

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