Words With Friends Weekend

So, everybody is playing Words With Friends.  And so are we!  We love it.  To put our own little twist on the game, we add in the extra challenge of using each word we play in a sentence, and texting it to each other (of course).  The following are sentences, and sometimes conversations, we have had while playing everyone’s favorite waste of time, Words With Friends.  See if you can pick out the played word from each sentence!  

 

Who needs a bal punch?

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I can’t help but to gripe about Polly.  She sucks.

I feel the same way about Milli.  I want to pelt her with rocks.

You must have loved her at one time.

I probably did.  but now hatred has a firm grip on my heart.

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Drinking at 10 am.  Yea or nay?

Always yea.

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Ahi tuna can kiss my ass.

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The farmer baled his hay.  Then fed it to his wife.

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When I see my neighbors coming, I pull up the welcome mat.

Then do you say, “Lisa no aqui!”

Haha! I’ve trimmed my hedges into a maize so hopefully they can’t find the front door.

Neighbors are a tad bit annoying.

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Sometimes my freckles look like chicken pox.

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Whenever there’s cake, I’ve got dibs.

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You might have to qi that waiter’s car just so she knows what’s up.

Tell her she better stay away from my man.  And my cake.

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I was goin’ real fas and then I lost control and hit a dumpster.

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Lo and fucking behold, here’s Milli’s ass again.

Maybe she can redeem herself if she would learn to howl the Ave Maria.

Wag your tail, Polly, and sweep everything off of the coffee table.  You stupid bitch.

You should make her eat her own turd.

She’s like a big yeti, loping around the room.

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The ax made a dull thud when I hit my neighbor in the head with it.

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Anyone who has sex with Santonio Holmes is in for a world of hurt.

Their vagina will never feel safe again.

Ode to my neighbors: I hate you.

Most def!  They can go fuck themselves!  With Santonio’s penis.

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Wee!  Drinking on the patio!

When deciding whether or not to have another drink. I always err on the side of too much.

Word.  I’m totally tipsy.

Ka you tell if I’m slurring my words?

Er, no.  You’re fine.

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George Clooney always wants to stae the night, but I have to throw him out before B. gets home.

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As I was starting my car, I realized that I had forgotten my kids.

Zas why you shouldn’t day drink.

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Ore is short for Oreos.  Pass me some ores.

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Every day I check the Dow.  And then I remember that I don’t know what the Dow is.