May sod rest his goal
Tonight, in downtown Floyd, at Oddfellas Cantina, 5:00-7:00 is Woken Sperd Night. No, make that Spoken Word. I hope I can get through my little piece without any tips of the slung.
Oh Reverend Spooner, I feel your pain.
His goofs at chapel were legendary. "Our Lord is a shoving leopard," he once intoned. He quoted 1 Corinthians 13:12 as, "For now we see through a dark, glassly..." Officiating at a wedding, he prompted a hesitant bridegroom, "Son, it is now kisstomary to cuss the bride." And to a stranger seated in the wrong place: "I believe you're occupewing my pie. May I sew you to another sheet?"
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I'll bet the good Rev. knows that hymn classic, "A Mighty Fartress Is Our Dog," too.
Posted by: BethW. | July 26, 2004 12:51 AM
Reminds me of one story my parents tell me about but I don't remember myself. When I was a little tyke, we were on the way to church on Sunday morning and passed by a dead animal on the side of the road. I asked what it was and was told "an oppossum". Later in Sunday school, the teacher asked the class if anyone knew what an apostle was. I enthusiastically raised and waved my hand and said, "I do! I do! I saw one on the side of the road this morning!"
Posted by: fletch | July 26, 2004 12:26 PM
My favorite Spoonerism, supposedly delivered to a failing student: "You have hissed all my mystery lectures, you have tasted the whole worm, and you must leave by the first town drain!"
Posted by: Dave | July 26, 2004 1:53 PM
Now I'm wondering about the woman who called me a "shining wit".
Posted by: CGHill | July 26, 2004 8:40 PM