Sunday, January 10, 2010

Life in Spoonerville...

I'm not a pheasant plucker;
I'm a pheasant plucker's son.
Nonetheless, I pluck pheasants all day
Until the pheasant plucking's done.


From David Astle's column on Spoonerisms in the SMH yesterday which made me laugh. 
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Sam said...

Try saying that after a few too many cocktails... Ha! x

January 11, 2010 at 2:34 PM

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