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Recently I've been spitting into goonerisms. They're fust jain plunny. I always used to be able to crack up Trannah and Hey (my, er, niece and nephew) by spooing them dontaneously.
They're named after Rev. Archibald Spooner, who lived at the surn of the tentury. He had some mild comical form of dyslexia and committed these little swerbal vitches, to the amusement of his students ("those of you who hissed my mystery lecture," "Her Majesty, our queer old dean"). Spictly streaking, a spoonerism occurs when the two words (missed, history) become two other real words (hissed, mystery) when their initial letters or sounds switch; it's especially gratifying when those two new real words have a meaning (like when your professor talks of hissing a lecture, or a queer old dean).
But it's still fun to do even if you don't meet those strict requirements. For whatever reason, I'm able to endlessly spew them out in casual conversation, especially when children are around.
They're named after Rev. Archibald Spooner, who lived at the surn of the tentury. He had some mild comical form of dyslexia and committed these little swerbal vitches, to the amusement of his students ("those of you who hissed my mystery lecture," "Her Majesty, our queer old dean"). Spictly streaking, a spoonerism occurs when the two words (missed, history) become two other real words (hissed, mystery) when their initial letters or sounds switch; it's especially gratifying when those two new real words have a meaning (like when your professor talks of hissing a lecture, or a queer old dean).
But it's still fun to do even if you don't meet those strict requirements. For whatever reason, I'm able to endlessly spew them out in casual conversation, especially when children are around.
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