I will often get into this game with friends of like minds. One person will use a "big" word in conversation. Then, to be funny, the other person will say oh, that word, doesn't it mean something else? The "something else" is always a word that rhymes or sounds somehow very similar to the word used.
For instance . . . to get us started . . . my husband was talking last night about mixed metaphors.
I said "metaphors . . . aren't those the little cake pastries totally covered in fancy frosting?" (petit fours)
Then he said "No, those are called pastries."
And I said "Pastries? Arent' those the little tassle things that strippers put on their nippies?" (pasties)
see how it goes? Someone else take it from here!
******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama
Nope. It's a place-name for an area in NW London. There's also apparently a Wembley that is a suburb of Perth, Western Australia. It's pronounced as it is spelled, unlike the name "Cholmondeley", which is pronounced "Chumley".
Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life.
quote:Originally posted by KHC: And how did Worcestershire become Wuster?
Not quite, but almost. Worcester is Wuster (usually rendered as Wooster, with the -oo- as in foot). And Leicester is Lester, and Leominster is Lemminster. New England is full of such elisions, as is [of course] Old England, whence they came.
King Wence had a wonderful castle. However, it had been in the family for many generations, and some of its systems were breaking down. The first repairs were made to the moat.
Stephen's Moat Builders was the lowest bidder, and work began forthwith. Because of the importance of the client, Stephen himself headed up the crew.
It was his habit to eat his noon repaste whilst sitting on the tool cart, wearing only a kilt and sturdy boots. He was a handsome, well built young man who attracted much attention.
Amongst the young women who attended the daily show was a particularly beautiful girl who held herself with special grace. However, she never ventured close enough to the battlements to be able to view the young man.
Finally one day, egged on by her ladies in waiting, the Princess (you knew it was she now didn't you?) ventured close and peered over.
It was then that Good King Wence's lass looked out on the feast of Stephen.
quote:Originally posted by Caterwauller: To get back to the other kinds of puns . . .
hoi poloi . . . isn't that a kind of fish?
No, that's a spoonerism. It's poi holloi, a tuber dish - or at least I think that's it, but I've forgotten. At least I think I've forgotten; I can't remember if I have or have not.
Speaking of forgetting, do amnesiac psychics forget the future? And is polynesia group amnesia? And is Indonesia an entire country that's forgotten India?