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Fantastic word game

Rigging the outcome o' a smooth sailin' eggs-perience is attainable through a series of ropes, chains n' cables which do their duties to stabilize your mast.

🤔 That's borderline PG-13 right thar.

Sum how, sum way, me n' the good Padre are sailin' the open waters here at the game o' fantastic words, n' at the association o' words. 🤷

Too bad yet so far away, Padre. I'd happily load up the Yeti in the Jon boat n' cast a line with ya.
 
"Stabilize your mast" is also good advice for radio amateurs, CBers and free-banders who depend on one to support their antennas.

And yes, rcm, the "it" was left there in error, as it was part of a previous iteration of the sentence. Hmmm ... If the final iteration should have removed the "it," wouldn't that make it an "eration"?
 
Antennas are not to be confused with antennae, o' which you'd find an ample amount o' on the insects 'round these here parts, n' the most well-known o' these bein' the Texas-sized cockroach.

We're waaaaay beyond havin' the simple "water bug" down this a way.

Padre, that last sentence to you should read "too bad yer so far away". I usually catch n' co-rect the phone's co-rection o' my redneckery. On that 'un, it just slipped on by.
 
The Texas-sized cockroach has a standing invite from the permanently-guarded, Denny's-sponsored mechanical bull to join forces at a future 80s Rockfest at, where else, the new Illusions.
 
Great music, in this ol' hayseed's pro-fesshunal es-timashun, prominently features a steel guitar.
 
A steel guitar, twin fiddles, bass, and a loping beat that gets cowboys, cowgirls and even the occasional precocious dairy cow two-stepping across the room are the trademark attributes of the country music subgenre known as Western Swing.
 
Swing music had a brief revival in the 90s with kids sporting Zoot suits as they cut a rug to bands like Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and Royal Crown Review.

 
Bands like Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and Royal Crown Review are not exactly the kind o' music that's a typically comin' from the sound system o' the RCM Ranch, but I will say that Lou Bega's "Mambo #5" was a pretty catchy tune.
 
A pretty catchy tune by our old friend, the late and lovely Olivia Newton-John, was Physical which was big back in the early 80s.

You know this means I have to post this appearance on Solid Gold:
 
The early 80s was a weird time where we were just comin' out of the bell-bottoms n' into cans of hairspray and jars of mousse.
 
Cans of hairspray and jars of mousse are very prevalent in the bathrooms of our teenaged band campers.

Ok, not cans of hairspray but, rather, spray bottles but you get the picture.
 
A pair of vintage Pioneer HPM 100 speakers, doubled up and surroundin' yer ears, would let off a magnificent quadrophonic (not our own prodigal quad, mind you) sound like these young whippersnappers ain't never experienced.
 
Experienced as I may be at this game, I (as do we all) occasionally suffer some brain freeze which results in forgetting a word, forgetting to bold, or just plain old forgetting to hit that Post Reply button.
 
Contribution o' some ass-i-nine redneckery, on this here Fantastic Word Game, is pro-vided by yers truly with great pleasure n' without any charge.

That's just the givin' nature o' this ol' hat-wearin', heifer-lovin' hayseed.
 
A rather large and expensive decorative lawn ornament is what the HOA called my pickup truck, that I parked in my kiddo's front yard in Plano, when I went for a visit.

I sure hope the President o' that thar association appreciated the resultin' free trench job I per-formed at his house. Never in-sult a redneck's wheels, city boy.
 


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