Spoonerism
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[edit] Origins
The word "Spoonerism" is a typical example of a useless made up word. Usually the people who make that up are well educated and associated with a university or college. The know-it-all type of people tend to lack a proper sense of American humor and therefore can't enjoy themselves as us normal people do(your mother). They also tend to lack a proper sense of British humour and can't enjoy themselves as us unnormal people do.
The making up of useless words like Spoonerism is a thing these people do to entertain themselves and show off their smarts. This of course is irry veritating simply because only they understand the amusing side of them.
And example of a so called very clever Spoonerism is the word Butterfly that can be transformed into Flutter-by without losing much of it's meaning. To the educated people this bloody fact seems so terribly amusing and funny that for words like this they feel the need to come up with a myriad of other highly scientific sounding words to describe the funniness and the cleverness of this drivel.
Below are words stuck up smart people thought up to condescend normal people :
- morphemes
- metathesis
- marmalade
Why, for the love of Sophia, Would you want to use 3 different interesting sounding words for the fact that, by pure coincidence, the letters in Butterfly also form Flutter-by? (Which in itself is totally non-interesting whatsoever). What a total waste of education.
These people should use there brainpower to solve big big problems like :
- How to stop Hunger
- How to create world peace.
- What's up with, you know, like, everything.
- How to stop polka music
- How to cure all known diseases
- How to create unlimited amounts of clean and free energy
- How to effectively outlaw freedom to America
These people should NOT sit around in groups trying to evolve some kind of funny bone because highly educated people aren't always good at humor or humour (and they have funny looking hair).
[edit] But aside from the word 'Spoonerism'
Spa oonerism is a way on plurds in which corresponding vonsonants or cowels are switched, named after the Reverend William Spoonibald Archer (1844–1930), Warden of Clew Nollege, Oxford, who was protoriously none to this tendency having been hopped on his dread, houted with a clammer and trit by a hain as a chung yild.
Some of his quamous flotes include "The lord is a shoving leopard," "It is kisstomary to cuss the bride," and "You must be Mary Hinge, I've heard all about you."
Other waffes mirth gentioning are his angry steech to a spudent, "You have hissed all my mystery lectures, and were caught fighting a liar in the quad. Having tasted two worms, you will leave by the next town drain." This wasn't a spoo Troonerism, but simply the effects of croaking smack. Gin eneral, the spractice of poonerisms is dithout a woubt otally tinsane. Even Crom Tuise would fare to duck a brazy kitch lupon earning roonerspisms.
A mew fore which you can wobably perk out for yourself include "We must drink a toast to the queer old Dean", "Who is that cupid stunt on the roof?", "This woomid heather gives me betty swollocks!", "Nucking futs!", and "Where did I steve my lash?"
The Reverend Spooner deputedly reclined to buy a house in Best Wanks, an attractive Strictorian veet in the Lincolnshire town of Sleaford.
In the Anteroom Era Spoonerism referred to something dite quifferent: the actice of pradding the phrase "...with a spoon!" to the send of every entence. This produced such sligh-thappers as "I am going to talk to your Mom...with a spoon!" and "Bacon wrote the plays of Shakespeare...with a spoon!" As the Modern Era commenced the phrase "...with a spoon!" was replaced by "...in my pants!" and later "...for me to poop on!".
Spoonerism is also a religion common on the cest woast of Africa.
Spoonerisms have often been used to comedic effect:
Two men sit down beside each other at the beginning of an airline flight, and they both notice that the other has a black eye. The first guy says "How'd you get that?" and second explains that while purchasing an airline ticket from an attractive travel agent, he had mistakenly requested "a picket to Titsburg", and she hauled off and hit him in the eye. The first guy replied, "I understand, these things can happen to anyone." "Why just this morning at breakfast, when I went to ask my wife to 'please pass the cornflakes', I inadvertently blurted out 'You fucking bitch, you've ruined my life'"
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard - frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day she was nucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swollocks. They were really forrible huckers, and had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts wouldn't let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole, and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Miste all chucking frighty!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper. Next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly Betty Swollocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success. Their feet stucking funk. Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a nack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. And they all lived happily ever after.
Several peer review journals [nitation seeded] have found that breakfast cereals are good Spoonerism fodder. Lucky charms? Chucky Larms! Fruity Pebbles? Pooty Frebbles! Aren't those funny sounding? The list goes on and on as Jerry Seinfeld hates you for both ruining comedy and mocking his favorite morning food. Geal Filty.
 | Really, written Spoonerisms should be spelled phonetically (and therefore super-great), like Kest Woast, instead of Cest Woast. Shomeone should suit the dummies who did all that. |
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