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Fantastic word game

Reference to ebonics ain't what I was expectin' to see when I stopped by fer this here visit, n' the one glarin' inquiry I suddenly have, fer our good friends in the boudoir...

*takes off the Stetson hat and puts on a beanie*

...is why you two be trippin'?

*restores the Stetson*

Hood slang is perfectly alright by me, compadre. The apostrophe usage is purdy darn similar, I'll tell you what.
 
Be trippin', I am, about CT's sacrilegious attitude towards the beloved mechanical bull.

Just 15 days until our 19th anniversary!!
 
CT's sacrilegious attitude towards the beloved mechanical bull comes from the extended visit that Kayla took down here in the land o' one star, where she got up close n' per-sonal with several Herefords that peruse 'round these here parts, n' said, right then n' there, that she'd never again accept anything artificial 'neath her purdy lil' legs fer the rest of her days.

Sorry 'bout that time-centric end clue, Vermont. The Stetson ain't quite awake yet fer this par-ticular EMC from the Ag Wing.
 
The rest of her days will be spent perusing dictionaries in vain to find a definition of "peruse" that states that the word means what rose thinks it means.

Your cattle peruse? Really? What do they read, and how?
Peruse (v.) read (something), typically in a thorough or careful way.
"He has spent countless hours in libraries perusing art history books and catalogues"

As for your speculation on what goes 'neath the PBI's legs .... some things are best left undefined.
 
Means me n' my feller Texicans use that par-ticular word inco-rectly, I'll tell you what, n' it ain't the first time that a member o' my kind has repurposed a word.

I see no tickets in the roadside mailbox, so it's purdy ob...obve...clear to me that you already had reckoned that. We make up words, too, y'know. Just let me know when yer ready fer me n' the critter posse to go n' tump that infernal mechanical bull on its tin can ear.
 
The Director of Linguistics has no real power over him, but he does have the ability to guide the die-rections o' the Stetson-wearin' hayseed, by continuin' to send them there pictures o' the Petite Blonde Intern wearin' nothing but a smile.

🤬

I'm mighty sorry, CT. I wudn't s'posta say nothin' 'bout that to the others. It just slipped. Fer goodness sakes, don't let Kayla know what's just happened. I ain't sure my redneck neighbors are ready fer me to have a Northern roomie on these here premises o' mine.
 
Before we move on, let me just say that I plan to contribute something that has absolutely nothing to do with what has been going on here today.
 
What has been going on here today involves 'nother Early Mornin' Contribution (EM'C, fer the time bein') die-rect from the Agriculture Wing o' the RCM Ranch, n' no, I ain't try'na snatch away the Padre's robe.

Good mornin' from the hayloft, y'all. The Padre's been bringin' the Lunch Time Contributions more recently (LTC, if'n you pre-fer), so I'm just fillin' in fer the time bein'. Cow's already milked, anyway.
 
The Padre's robe, plus the Padre himself, have been summoned to the offices of the elderly gents who make up the Board of Governors to discuss this permanently temporary transition of the Early Morning Contributions because they hate not being informed ahead of time.

Nothing like a 'time'-related clue, such as time itself, to annoy the DoL. Good morning and Happy Thursday.
 
Ahead of time lies speed, n' together they equal distance.

I read that there in one o' them lesson books that the boudoir mailed down here. What d'ya know, Linguistics Czar? Some o' it actually stuck.
 
One McMuffin in Vermont, apparently, receives a toast substitution instead o' the standard muffin, n' it drives Ronald McDonald right to the crazy house.

How's that ordered, anyway? "1 Egg n' Cheese McToast, please"? That ain't no option 'round the Lone Star, but I'd sure 'nuff be a fan of its in-tro-duction down this a way n' may just give it a try on the next stop at the Mickey D's.

Just not the one here in Min-e-get-down-ola. 🤦
 
The crazy house, or psychiatric hospital as it is referred to in polite circles, has a few beds waiting to be filled and based on some of your postings, I may give them a call to make a few recommendations.

I have no problem with RCM stepping in to cover the EMCs (early morning contributions) as my schedule of late has not been conducive to that particular task. Mighty obliged, cowboy. May the good Lord shine His grace upon you and all the critters on your ranch.
 
Make a few recommendations as to where I can seek the necessary help to get this schizophrenia under con-trol, w/o fillin' my gullet with a pharmacy's worth o' pills, n' I might comply.

I dunno, though, Padre. Life's been a whole lot more wild once the cheese slipped off'n this here cracker, I'll tell you what. Gummies, pot, heavy drinkin', the scantily-clad Ladies o' Love's (LOL, as I strongly pre-fer)...

...I ain't so sure I miss that there cheese, by golly.

My pleasure on givin' the pulpit a hand, Padre. It ain't the perfect one that yer accustomed to, but by gum, I'm a hopin' it'll still do.
 
My credibility is shot anyway, so havin' to re-do this submission on the fly, after CT went n' changed his, will just have to do.

Dagnabit, compadre.
 
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