Anna: Did Otto Peep?
Otto: Did Anna?
“Naomi, sex at noon taxes,” I moan.
Sit on a potato pan, Otis.
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Doc, note, I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
Dopers, re-pod! (To the bat mobile!)
IDE ROM? Oh, post, Sophomore Di! (???)
Nati: Troll or Titan? (Is there a poster named Nati?)
Ma, igniting, I am. (Mom, I’m on fire! This one has nothing to do with SDMB, but I just came up with it.)
radar
there must be a way to make a funny one with the following words:
sex ex excess
but I can’t think of it.
poop
tap pat
loop a pool
tit (can I say that on tv?)
Emit time
And yes, you can say “tit” on TV, but the plural “tits” is verboten!
Ah, Satan sees Natasha.
I feel compelled to bring They Might Be Giants into this. They have a song called * I, Palindrome, I*, which has a palindrome of words in it:
"Son, I am able," she said, “though you scare me.”
“Watch,” said I.
“Beloved, I said watch me scare you though,” said she.
"Able am I, son."
Okay, so maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it sounds nifty in the recording.
Also from the same song:
Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age
Somethiing about the word “Egad” tickles me.
So, mik: sex eskimos
(or “o mik: sex eskimo”)
“Odi won snow!?” I do!
“Want?” “Naw.”
DVD
PCP
MOM
POP
DAD
WOW
BUB
DUD
(etc.)
Eve, 'ts Steve!
Ball lab
Kick-ass! Palindromes are the highest form of language!
Ten animals I slam in a net.
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.
A young and ill-at-ease psychoanalyst meets an interesting new patient:
Dr Awkward, Anna O.
Anna, Dr Awkward.
Everything is just the tip of the iceberg.
I made Dave’s dog (a goddamn mad dog) as I am. “Ed un dio va dal tuo sinistrato.” God’s volva! Pavlov’s dogs, to bore whom I to dogs a master refer. Ah! To be who saw God! “Desserts I’d won, God!” asserts he, to here who draws a dray. “A woman is termagant, now!” Mum asserts. “I, my mistress,” - a mum won’t nag - “am! Retsina?” Mow a yard, a sward. Oh, we’re hot, eh? Stress a dog, now! Distressed dog was - Oh, we both are - ferrets. (“Am as Godot, I’m…”) Oh, we robots! God’s volva, Pavlov’s dog. “O tarts! In is out, lad. A void nude, Ma, is a goddamn mad dog.”
A god’s evaded…
Am I?
Aibohphobia - An irrational fear of palindromes.
Captain Parker of the OSS had been working feverishly on the captured German message for hours. He knew if he couldn’t decode it the entire plans for the cross-channel invasion would fail. Thousands of brave men would be killed and the outcome of the whole war would be in doubt. With the weight of the free world on his shoulders, he once again read the text of the coded message:
EGASS EMDED OCEHT FOTXE TEHTD AERNI AGAEC NOEHS
REDLU OHSSI HNODL ROWEE RFEHT FOTHG IEWEH THTIW
TBUOD NIEBD LUOWR AWELO HWEHT FOEMO CTUOE HTDNA
DELLI KEBDL UOWNE MEVAR BFOSD NASUO HTLIA FDLUO
WNOIS AVNIL ENNAH CSSOR CEHTR OFSNA LPERI TNEEH
TTIED OCEDT NDLUO CEHFI WENKE HSRUO HROFE GASSE
MNAMR EGDER UTPAC EHTNO YLHSI REVEF GNIKR OWNEE
BDAHS SOEHT FOREK RAPNI ATPAC