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Fantastic word game

The annoyance o' time-centric sub-mishun endings ain't as glarin' to this ol' hayseed as the lack o' a "refresh" button on that con-founded, Wissss-taaah-based laptop sittin' on the basement's desk.

Edit: Eh, it ain't worth me even ree-spondin'.

Failure, indeed.
 
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The basement's desk is littered with demerits which will be shredded and used as confetti later tonight at the stroke of midnight.

I lied. So I have 'later tonight' and 'the stroke of midnight'. TWO time-centric clues combined into one. Yup, two for the price of 1. Buy 1, Get 1 free.

rosecity, the refresh button (which I have) would not have mattered given that we both posted at the same time. Yours wasn't showing once I posted. If it was, I would have edited.

Join us at the new Illusions tonight for CT's New Year's Eve Country Hoedown and watch his ball drop.

Happy New Year everyone. Be safe out there!!
 
Later tonight at the stroke of midnight, yer old hind end will be sound asleep in a chair.

Who are you kiddin'?
 
Sound asleep in a chair, Santa had to be wakened by Mrs. Claus so he could begin his rounds.

Plenty of coffee available for Santa at all PowerWorld band camps plus at Miss Silkie's Tasty Tidbits. The RCM Ranch has other things available.
 
"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm," I hummed as the clock struck 12 and the ball dropped in Times Square, since I don't know the words to "Auld Lang Syne."

Happy New Year, everyone!
 
Auld Lang Syne is the customary song heard as the clock strikes midnight and the new year begins.

I took in some of CT's Country HoeDown at the new Illusions even though I'm not a fan of country music. Well done, CT, well done. Several of the lovely young library interns said they had a great time.
 
These parts haven't seen hide nor hair of the ol' hayseed since New Year's Eve, when he was three sheets to the wind at the Country Hoedown (HoeDown, as WMC prefers, erroneously) and trying to dance with my petite blonde intern to "Achy Breaky Heart."

He's probably back home in Texas, lying down in the hayloft, putting ice on that shiner underneath his left eye, put there by yours truly,
 
A scuffle 'tween the members o' this here tag team, involvin' the educated Jew n' the heathenous hayseed, would never suit the fans, the booker, the boys, or anyone else involved.

Lettuce harken back to a past in-stance where some ya-hoo tried to pit a formidable tag team a'ginst one 'nother, shall we?

We'll turn on whomever, to have each other's backs, n' the back o' our dee-ve-us ringside beauty, the Petite Blonde Valet.
 
Anyone else involved would have reminded rcm that he already had a hoedown date in the form of Holly the Holiday Heifer and that he should be faithful to her instead of trying to put the moves on Kayla, but I preferred to get the message across in a less subtle fashion.
 
Fashion statements, like the dot I'm a sportin', only show that I'm a rough n' tumblin' hayseed that can sure 'nuff take a lick, but continue to tick.

This ain't the type o' black eye we're 'posta have fer the new year, damn it.

...n I know you didn't just call Holly a downed hoe.
 
Timex watches are a diff'ernt type o' time-based end clue than is customary fer these here parts, n' it piques the ol' hayseed's in'trest to see how the Linguistics Czar reacts.

We wait with udder an-ticipashun, I do dee-clare.
 
How the Linguistics Czar reacts is on everyone's mind although I'm pretty sure he will accept the Timex clue with joy and gratitude.

And speaking of joy and gratitude, hey, it's the weekend. Which means it's time for the first 80s Rockfest of 2026. Join us tomorrow night as kenny, Dave and I play the best in 80s Rock plus your requests plus any CT's Country Hoedown jingles that might still be kicking around. The Denny's-sponsored, permanently-guarded mechanical bull is ready to buck into another year. So join us in person or via the huge PowerWorld livestream. The staff at the new Illusions would like to thank everyone for a fantastic year. Have a great weekend!!
 
Joy and gratitude described my intern's feelings after I decked that tipsy redneck while defending her honor a few nights back, but we both kind of feel bad for the ol' hayseed now that we've learned that his heifer has dispensed nothing but sour cream since that dance-floor incident.
 
That dance-floor incident left the heifer so udderly shaken up that she is now dispensing nothing but cottage cheese.

Udderly. Get it? See what I did there!
 
Nothing but cottage cheese thighs n' cankles up there in the north, n' purdy much all moist, delicious drumsticks in the South.

Kayla is the ex-cepshun, not the rule.
 


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