I suffer from an embarrassing impeach sediment.
Note: Oops. Speech Impediment.
I am talking to The Son about election results and mentioning my viewing of the President's televised speech and his willingness to work with the gosh-darned Republicans, if he must. So, I say to the Son, Oarack Bahama is trying to make nice!
Oarack Bahama?
Note: The Son doesn't even flinch.
Oops. I did it again. When my brain gets moving real fast, as it is prone to do, yes, my tongue often falls prey to The Spoonerism, a speech malfunction named after Dr. William Archibald Spooner, in which corresponding consonants, morphemes or sowels are vitched.
Oops. Vowels are switched.
Note: The 'V' and 'B' sounds are very close, yes. Very close indeed.
It happens regularly. For example, I am in rehearsal with the cast for my cereal-inspired musical, 'Got Milk?'
Note: No, this is not a joke.
I am giving the cast a pep talk. I am giving the cast notes of their performance. I am giving the cast a whopper of a Spoonerism. Somehow, in my tongue-tied enthusiasm for all things sugar-frosted, I assure the cast that the Show will be a Hit! except it sounds something like the Ho will be a .... !
So, I am searching the Internet to verify that only the most intelligent and articulate percentages of the population are prone to the Spoonerism. I am searching the Internet to verify that only the most creative and energetic percentages of the population are prone to the Spoonerism.
I can't find it.
Huh.
Must be a stroke of lumb duck.
Hmmn. That sounds kind of delicious. Maybe I'll make some Lumb Duck for dinner tonight.
Heck, yes!
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