Or Twisted Mister, I suppose. darn Fatfingeritis.
Crap. Umm…replied to wrong post. Can I have this removed? Please?
A lots of people bumblin’ about here, lookin’ at things, think it was the ruddy Sister Chapel with all them Mickey Angelos and da Vinchys.
Now that I know what I’m doing, I can knowingly and regretfully inform you on your faux, mistakingly misnaming the Sistine Chapel in Venice.
Well, see, that’s kind of the point. It’s all about a string of malaprops.
From the OP:
For example:
“Atrocity is a fancy word for speed.
No, you’re thinking of velocity, which is the measure of a liquid’s ability to flow freely.
Sorry, but viscosity is claiming to be one thing, while acting another way.
Wrong, hypocracy is the oath doctors take. . .”
So the malaprop before me was Sister, and the one I used was Sistine, and the one someone takes after me could be, oh, sixteen, or cistern, etc.
You know folks, we’re up to over 1,585 posts here, and the Board is scheduled to be shut down in a few hours for some much-needed maintenance. Maybe it’s time we let this thread die and start a new one. One that’s in its original condition; unspoiled; clean and fresh as if new; spotless.
You know, sistene.
Not sure how adding pristine to the thread would fix things, I usually eat mine as an ice cream flavor.
Ick! They bite the heads off their mates. Why would anyone want to put** praline** mantis on their ice cream?
If you were a murderous clergyman, you might say you were praying on your parishioners, whether or not they gave you ice cream.
When my father, Pappy Pepperwinkle, used to read to me and my sisters, he’d often tell the Musicians of Bremen story, and I can still recall his praying for the donkey’s part of the band.
Er… the word was already “praying.” Wanna try again?
Well, the Musicians of Bremen’s about animals who think they are musical, but it’s really just a cacophany. And donkeys don’t sing, they bray…
Let’s not turn this into a usually disorderly or protracted fight, struggle, dispute or any other kind of bray.
Some people don’t have much use for railroads and would thus pick a fight over this assertion, but the most efficient way to move goods is often by fray train.
When the Pepperwinkles moved, they thought it was going to take a few months, but it turned out taking two years in a cruel twist of freight.
I thought the movie had at least another hour to go, but all of a sudden it began to fate to black.
Maybe you didn’t see the finished product and saw a version that was still a little fade around the edges, so to speak.
I didn’t like to frayed my daughter’s hair because I couldn’t get the edges right, either.
I’d unravel every riddle for every individ’l,
In trouble or in pain,
With the thoughts I’d be thinkin’ I could be another Lincoln,
If I only had a braid.
I don’t think Brain Wilson ever sang that song on any of the dozens of albums he recorded with the Beach Boys.