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Fantastic word game

Secondary characters no longer with the hayseed nor myself include Constance the cow, Henrietta the know-it-all hen, Dudley the donkey, Rusty the rooster, Manfred the moose, Charlize the chickadee and a whitetail buck by the name of Lord Vennyson, most of whom have either returned to the wild or been butchered, frozen and, eventually, eaten.

Rusty was dispatched by an angry Cajun Queen (RIP), as I recall, with no word as to the disposition of his remains. No idea if Dudley is still around or not.
 
Eaten by the hundreds at this point in my life, my wise, old grandfather used to tell me that accidentally swallowing watermelon seeds would, eventually cause one to sprout from within my ear.

Poor old Rusty. I do, very well, remember that unsettling day. I prefer to reflect on that gruesome event with an alternate perspective, by telling myself that The Cajun Queen's fit of rage was caused by her unwavering loyalty to just one cocky character. Rooster, that is.
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Within my ear (both of them, as I prefer), as I listen to myself repeating what the hayseed has written above, I can hear the rather amusing sound of a misplaced introductory phrase.

In that sentence as written, the phrase "Eaten by the hundreds at this point in my life" refers to rcm's "wise, old grandfather," when it should refer to "watermelon seeds." That is, unless old Gramps was repeatedly cannibalized. Three demerits.
 
Hundreds of times, we have witnessed WMC contribute a blatantly comma-lacking, run-on sentence in this game, yet nary a fine from the Director of Linguistics office.

I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that there's financial gains being had behind closed executive doors.
 
Nary a fine from the Director of Linguistics office because I rarely contribute run-on sentences.

Run-on sentences was a Miss Silkie thing and seems to have become your thing, rosecity. It's a very sweet way to keep her in our sentence-writing thoughts. Thank you for that.
 
Run-on sentences aren't nearly as tragic to this game as one that is fragmented.

Well, hey, you're welcome. After totally creeping her out with unsolicited fantasies of her adding platform boots and fishnet stockings to the already lovely ensemble, it's my little way of keeping her and the Fun Department's spirit alive and well.

The occasional red-eye drinking is my best effort to represent the Mixology aspect of her character that she had in the repertoire.

So, tell me true. We're all chums here. How much are you paying CT and the PBI to turn a blind eye to your various gaffes and blunders?
 
One that is fragmented is one that can still be made into some type of sentence with some thought and creativity.

I'm not paying anything to CT because it's in my lifetime contract with PowerWorld that, Game Czar title or not, I am allowed a certain amount of gaffes and blunders on a regular basis. As you have been able to surmise, I take advantage of that situation on a regular basis.
 
Thought and creativity flow from these fingers without much effort, but it seems that there's some sort of a communication misfire between my Southern-bred dialect, and you northern-dweller's ability to thoroughly and correctly comprehend it.

Luckily, our friend in Vermont has experience in dealing with rednecks, hayseeds, chawbacons, hillbillies, yokels, bumpkins, and standard-fare cowboys from his time near the Rock of Small Portion.

We're real lucky to have him and his assistant here, as I'm sure you know.

A round of applause to you for the unwavering dedication and meticulously provided service, occupants of the Listener Lodge. 👏 🙂
 
To thoroughly comprehend it all, the sheer level of violence and suffering currently ongoing around the world, one would only need to borrow one of Dave's Holy Bibles and open up the book of Revelations.

Don't worry, I sent the copy back to him in plenty of time for today's morning service. Besides, I only borrowed one of his regular weekday Bibles, not his Sunday best.
 
Dream the impossible dream which, for me, is the Fantastic Word Game (TFWG as I and all former Game Czars prefer) someday reaching 5,000 pages and 100,000 contributions.
 
5,000 pages and 100,000 contributions from now, WMC will still be scratching his head over exactly where to place a Crafty Comma.

I don't know where that wayward S came from in my previous end clue, but if I had to take a guess, it's almost a certainty that a 5 letter name starts with it, and I surely don't mean Steve.

3 demerits and a plague of locusts my way for adding something that's not already written in the scripture. Jenna Von Oy vey!
 
A Crafty Comma should have been placed between "dream" and "which" in WMC's latest submission, which means demerits are headed his way, but does his transgression also deserve a plague?

I'd say no, because nothing in that sentence pertained to any religion or the titles of its sacred writings. But should rcm continue to get biblical details wrong, I'll leave a note in God's suggestion box recommending he swap out the Sabine River's water for blood.
 
A plague should be placed on those inferior band camp companies that constantly try to infiltrate our company to copy our globally successful educational and entertainment programs.
 
Our globally successful educational and entertainment programs are known throughout the world thanks to the dilligent efforts of our very own International Director of Band Camp (IDBC as most prefer), dmargalotti (Padre as some hayseeds prefer).
 
Our very own International Director of Band Camp (IDBC as most prefer), dmargalotti (Padre as some hayseeds prefer) sipped a few, extra hard swallows from the golden chalice this weekend, after bearing witness to our latest direction of Biblical book misspellings, crippling plagues, and to top it off, a winding river of blood.

We really do need a female, other than Kayla, around here to pull back on our reins when we head down one of these darkened trails.
 
Fresh and dry is the preferred way to keep that shaker of salt.

Salt ..salt ..salt! 🌴

Well, look at that! A hilarity coming from the keyboard in Worcester. Nicely done, WMC. I suppose, given the length of time since Ed has cracked that sucker open, the only thing that you would find in the FOD, now, is an unhealthy infestation of black mold.
 


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