Every time I cross the Nooksack river, I think of Love Shack (‘Nooksack, baby!’).
Stillaguamish: ‘You were a guamish then, and you’re still a guamish!’
Lake Sammamish: ‘Funny, you don’t look Sammamish!’
Tustin: Can be rearranged to spell ‘It nuts!’
Near where I went to college was a little town called “Washington”.
Somebody hit the sign with their car, and knocked off the “Was”. So, for a while, the town was called “hington”.
They fixed the sign, so now it’s a reminder that the name of the town “WAS hington”.
I can’t see the word “Washington” now without thinking of WAS-hington.
Miso soup – oh, you are so soup, huh? Then why do you just taste like a bowl of salt water?
Every time I cross the Sasquahana river, I’m reminded of a Husqvarna t-shirt an old friend of mine used to wear while riding his Ducati SuperSport bike. Which makes me want to go out and buy a Triumph SpeedTriple.
Weird association stream but there you have it.
My daily commute used to involve a bus trip past Menomonee Ave. Every time the announcement would say Menomonee, I’d always go “Do doo do doo doo”
For me, it’s ‘cadaver dogs’.
Sometimes, I have to place orders with a company called Phenomenex. It must be hell working there.
“Thich Nhat Hanh” --> “Thich nhat dhoes nhot khnill hnus…”
You got it wrong. That’s what you say only after somebody mentions “Tilapia”.
Mention cherry tomatoes and I will sing the title (first line) of “Getting to Know You” from The King and I, to the words: “Cherry to-maaaa-tooooes, cherry to-maaa-toes…” and then sort of trail off because I don’t know what to sing next.
And any mention of tilapia triggers a replay of Mike Rowe saying “poo-eating fish”.
I react the same way anytime I have to order from them…only I say “…ba teee ba tee pee!”
This one is ridiculous. I have several of those inexpensive “crystal fleece” throws that I put on various pieces of furniture to collect all the cat hair and dirt wherever they sleep. Each laundry day, as I collect up all the fleece throws to wash, the chorus of the Bee Gee’s *Night Fever *pops into my head, but of course now they’re singing about Cat Blankets, Cat Blankets…we know how to use 'em!
On the Pennsylvania Turnpike there’s a large sign that says: “SCOTRUN.” I know I’m not the only person thinking “SCROTUM.”
I once had a tee shirt that said “What’s it Tahuya?”
My older sister was attending college and we had an apartment near the You Never City.
On my morning commute, it was a ritual for me to yell “TOP OF THE WORLD, MA!” as I soared over the highest overpass in town. You can see everything from up there.
If traffic was slow and backed up, I would just mutter it instead of yelling.
We have a Miller Street in the 'hood. Every time I turn down it, I start singing “'Cause this is Millerrrrr, Miller Street. . .”
We also have Bybee Street, to which I must sing “Be my, be my Bybee. . .”, or when I turn off of it: “Bye-bye Bybee, Bybee bye-bye. . .”
It’s a sickness, really.
When Menomonee is mentioned on the news, about half the time I respond as you do, and the other half I sing, “Menomonee! Menomenah-ah hah hah hah hah! My backpack on my back.”