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End of week brain sweepings
Friday 9 March 2007
There’s nothing like looking down at the last bite of your lunch and noticing that part of it is blue.
This morning.
Sean: [rummaging through our room] Where’s my Blackberry?
Me: [spying the empty belt clip for it, and unaccountably reminded of Flanders and Swann] “There was the case, but the horn itself was missing.” [belatedly realizing the play on the word horn] Ha! Now I’ll think of that song every time you lose that thing.
Sean: Great. Are you sitting on it? Yes you are, you bastard.
Me: Oh. Oops.
My extended Shakespearean mondegreen:
OSWALD:
The leopards have wunched the poor boy
For every dollar he’s got. Feast your eyes upon him
[Mumble bumble] O! Unto her death!
Dies
EDGAR:
A serviceable villain;
As like to the right forth of the [mumble, radio static].
GLOUCESTER AND/OR EDGAR:
Is he dead? Sit you down, father; rescue him!