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Fantastic word game

Cage, Johnny to be pre-cise, gave me the power to reign su-preme over the suckers standin' next to me, at the 7-11's arcade machine, try'na do battle against me in Mortal Kombat.

But... WMC. Is there one o' them there corn o' copias gracin' the waistband o' yer Fruit o' the Looms? I think not, partner! That's what them science-y people call the Nelson Mandela e-fect, er sumthin'.

Thank you, Linguistics Czar.You've really helped keep us firmly on the gravel road with #52,760. I was just fixin' to jerk the wheel into a gulley, I'll tell you what.
 
So far out there lies the rottin' carcass o' boredom that would immediately befall Fantastic Word Game, if'n I wasn't givin' this here place a hoot n' a holler on a regular basis.

I only wish I coulda brung in the foldin' money them there guys that cre-ated MK did.

What would you ex-pect, WMC? My contributions to be so far in there? I know, I know. You were a Shirley a Pong guy, but seein' as how you've gone n' given yer recent ad-mission, to a certain ac-tivity, with a certain bo-vine, I think I'll just go 'head n' take that "out there" commentary o' yer'n as recognition o' my much more dee-sirable n' pre-ferred methods o' critter carin' n' tendin'.

Much obliged fer the kind words.
 
An owl is part of the advertising for the Hooters chain which also features scantily clad waitresses.

Many of them have also worked for Miss Silkie's Tasty Tidbits.
 
Scantily clad waitresses and lovely young library interns must not be Ed Nielson's thing because I see that he would much rather hang out over at that Song game rather than participate here at the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as everyone knows I prefer) which is fast approaching Anniversary #19.

Just 10 days away!
 
Approaching Anniversary #19 will feel like a 10-year stretch, in n' of itself this next week n' a half, 'cuz we all know full-well that WMC is gonna mention this friggin' countdown every single day.

...and there's yer o-bligatory time-centric end clue, as a tip o' the Stetson t'wards Wissss-taaah, fer the earlier com-plimentary recognition.

By the way, why ain't you helpin' out over at WA associatin' a word er two there, buddy? You only looky-looin' at that, too, much like you do the SNG? CT, Ed n' I have per-formed a little resus...sus...CPR on it, but you ain't so much as counted repetitions, or massaged a dad-blasted chest cavity to assist. Heck fer, even Yabadaba...sumthin' er 'nother submitted a couple o' words to the game here recently. Where are you, Mister? Two, stinkin', lowly, lil' ol' word offerin's from the vast fields o' mayflowers? Really? Get off'n yer Pong-lovin' hiney n' submit another word, doggone it.
 
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...oh, Lord. How to go about adding to this discreetly...

*puts on the 10-gallon Stetson*

In 2024, the High Chief introduced us all to Ginger, the Embraceable Ewe.

Well, hell. That came from outta the thumbs a lot diff'ernt than it started off'n the cranium, I'll tell you what. I do see the distinguished High Chief walkin' down the dirt road, from time to time. I say "hi-dee", he says "bon jour".
 
Ginger, the Embraceable Ewe, hasn't made an appearance here in quite the while which is more than fine and dandy.

rosecity, I do not participate (or even looky-loo at) in the Song game because I am not a very good song/music game participant. The only thing I look at is the page where it lists all of the games and you can see who made the most recent entry.
 
Fine and dandy is the excuse o' WMC's, as to why he doesn't drop quarters in the Song Name Game jukebox, n' bee-cause he was so com-plimentary o' my gen'ral critter care, earlier, I won't even question why he doesn't employ that same logic here.

I mean, are you skeered? If'n so, I'm here to calm yer nerves, partner. Looky here, WMC, you've got "Time after Time" by Cyndi Lauper, "One Moment in Time" by Whitney Houston, "Does Anyone Know What Time It Is" by Chicago, standard "Time" by The Alan Parsons Project. Heck fer, really mix it up fer the rest o' us SNG players n' throw in a "4 Minutes" by Madonna er a "Rock Around the Clock" by Bill Haley n' his 3I Atlases.

...and that's just to name a few.

How could you ever fail at it, partner?
 
Simpletons and looky-loos stand on the outside of the Padre's double door entryway to the sanctuary simply peerin' in, but them there special type o' wayward heathens, such as this here 10-gallon Stetson wearin' cowboy writin' these here words, swing them there doors wide-open n' take the seat in a pew right up front n' center to make a sheer spec-tacle o' themselves right in front of the entire congregation.

Spec-tacle...

Yessir, let's just go on n' go with that.
 
Right in front of the entire congregation I stood there all pre-pared to speak die-rectly to the bless-ed paritioners who gather in the House O' Margalotti, however, with my deep Southern drawl, n' me standin' at the Padre's pulpit only dressed up in what's con-sidered my best Sunday overalls, I reckoned it'd be better to hear the message bein' dee-livered by a man much more familiar with how to speak with the good citizens of New Jersey.

 
The good citizens of New Jersey usually don't care what anyone from New York wants to tell them, but for Captain Lou Albano, the Mount Vernon Mauler of days gone by, they might make an exception.
 
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An exception to my previous comments about simpletons and looky-loos would include our regular contributors, even those living deep in the heart of Texas.

Captain Lou would need to invoke a few f-bombs and let the middle finger fly freely if he wants to get a point across to the good people of the Garden State.
 
Deep in the heart of Texas, I thought about popping into the rcm ranch (or RCM Ranch or RCM ranch or whatever) or maybe one of the many county fairs down there but I felt as if I'd be cheating on our own band camp and the new Illusions so I turned around and headed right back home.

It's just as well because I still have responsibility of organizing the big Thanksgiving Dinner for the Homeless at band camp on Thanksgiving Day. All administrative and staff volunteers will receive their tasks via email.

Oh, and hey, rosecity?? By the way, just 9 days to go until our 19th Anniversary!!
 
I turned around and headed right back home the moment that word came to this here hayseed' that the Man o' the Mayflowers was headin' on down my way, n' it's a shame, too, that he didn't com-plete the trip, 'cuz I went n' dusted off my en-tire WWF Home Video co-lection fer his viewing pleasure.

Raincheck accepted, WMC. 'Nother time, partner.

Good early mornin' from the RCM Ranch's hayloft, deep inside o' the Agricultural Annex o' the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG, as all but a lowly hayseed pre-fer).
 
His viewing pleasure was disrupted by a power failure when a massive storm came through the area and knocked out the power grid.

rosecity, you bet, I'll get back to you at some point at some time in the future.
 
The power grid in Texas is in-dee-pendent from the rest o' the nation's available elec-trical re-sources, governed by the ERCOT, n' just 'bout as reliable as a house of cards.

I ain't kiddin', neither. A gentle wind has been known to leave us livin' like cavemen fer the rest o' any given day.
 


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