I posted something and changed my mind. I couldn't find a way to delete it entirely without putting something in the boxes so I hit 'd' at random. Anyway, I'm enjoying the verbal equivalent of you all jumping about in my puddle with your new wellies on.
I posted something and changed my mind. I couldn't find a way to delete it entirely without putting something in the boxes so I hit 'd' at random. Anyway, I'm enjoying the verbal equivalent of you all jumping about in my puddle with your new wellies on.
Save it as a draft, then delete the draft. ..........but then we couldn't have had the fun we had.
No need, t'was fun. @josusa47 My favourite Spoonerism is his admonishment to one of his students (allegedly) "Sir, you have tasted two whole worms;
you have hissed all my mystery lectures and been caught fighting a liar
in the quad; you will leave Oxford by the next town drain."
Just remembered another spoonerism. A man who was briefly part of our family would rouse himself from a spell of indolence with the words, "Ah well, this won't get any parsnips buttered.". One day it came out as ,"This won't get any bursnips pattered.". Needless to say, pattering of bursnips became part of the familial dialect. Those humble but delicious vegetables have been bursnips ever since.
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My favourite Spoonerism is:. "Please hush my brat; it's roaring with pain outside."
Anyway, I'm enjoying the verbal equivalent of you all jumping about in my puddle with your new wellies on.
At least no one mentioned pheasant pluckers
@josusa47 My favourite Spoonerism is his admonishment to one of his students (allegedly) "Sir, you have tasted two whole worms; you have hissed all my mystery lectures and been caught fighting a liar in the quad; you will leave Oxford by the next town drain."