ANCIENT joke. The guy (when train travel was still a 'thing') goes up to the ticket counter and looks at the cashier with the zeppelins behind counter nearly poking his eyes out and he stutters "um....two pickets to tits-burgh...i mean, uh".
His buddy tells him, "Oh, that's called a spoonerism -- like if you were so distracted you asked for your change in 'nipples and dimes.'"
"For example, I had a spoonerism this morning too. I meant to ask my wife for Corn Flakes and milk at breakfast... but what I really said was, 'You stupid whore, you've ruined my life.'"
ANCIENT joke. The guy (when train travel was still a 'thing') goes up to the ticket counter and looks at the cashier with the zeppelins behind counter nearly poking his eyes out and he stutters "um....two pickets to tits-burgh...i mean, uh".
The rest of the joke is...
His buddy tells him, "Oh, that's called a spoonerism -- like if you were so distracted you asked for your change in 'nipples and dimes.'"
"For example, I had a spoonerism this morning too. I meant to ask my wife for Corn Flakes and milk at breakfast... but what I really said was, 'You stupid whore, you've ruined my life.'"
HAW!!!
We still have some kind of nut cluster cereal for breakfast and my wife and I both refer to it as "nuthin' bitch."
Nuttin