Betty Botter had some butter, "But," she said, "this butter's bitter. If I bake this bitter butter, it would make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter-- that would make my batter better."
So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter, and she baked it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter. So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.
She sells sea shells by the sea shore. The shells she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I'm sure she sells seashore shells.
A Tudor who tooted a flute tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to their tutor, "Is it harder to toot or to tutor two tooters to toot?"
virus90 wrote: I think Anarkist is a valuable asset to any game.
My talent knows no bounds, Sackett - surely you know that.
Susie Susie sitting in the shoe-shine shop All day long she sits and shines All day long she shines and sits. Susie Susie sitting in the shoe-shine shop. She sits and shines and shines and sits ....etc
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled purple peppers A peck of pickled purple peppers Peter Piper did pick If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled purple peppers, Then where is the peck of pickled purple peppers that Peter Piper picked?
saxitoxin wrote:Your position is more complex than the federal tax code. As soon as I think I understand it, I find another index of cross-references, exceptions and amendments I have to apply.
Timminz wrote:Yo mama is so classless, she could be a Marxist utopia.
Ned Nott was shot and Sam Shott was not. So it is better to be Shott than Nott. Some say Nott was not shot. But Shott says he shot Nott. Either the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or Nott was shot. If the shot Shott shot shot Nott, Nott was shot. But if the shot Shott shot shot Shott, then Shott was shot, not Nott. However, the shot Shott shot shot not Shott -- but Nott.
"The brambles and the thorns grew thick and thicker in a ticking thicket of bickering crickets. Further along and stronger, bonged the gongs of a throng of frogs, green and vivid on their lily pads. From the sky came the crying of flies, and the pilgrims leaped over a bleating sheep creeping knee-deep in a sleepy stream, in which swift and slithery snakes slid and slithered silkily, whispering sinful secrets."
From The 13 Clocks by James Thurber.
And for good measure here's something from his The Wonderful O, just after that letter is banned.
"They are swing chas. What is slid? What is left that's slace? We are begne and webegne. Life is bring and brish. Even Schling is flish. Animals in the z are less lacnic than we. Vices are filled with paths and sial intercurse is baths. Let us gird up ur lins like lins and rt the hrrrr and ust the afs. "
Both tales are classics, though I regretted deciding to read them aloud as bedtime stories...
A bug bit a big bold bear and the big bold bear bled blood badly.
The hardest part is the last three words. I don't know many tongue twisters, so this may be true for all of them, but this one works better if you are reciting it, not reading it.
*edit: that last part is a bit ambiguous. I meant reciting from memory, not just reading it off the page.
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How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? A woodchuck would chuck all that it could if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Sir, 'Sir' is a subservient word surviving from the surly days in old Serbia, when certain serfs, too ignorant to remember their lord's names, yet too servile to blaspheme them, circumvented the situation by surrogating the subservient word, sir, by which I now belatedly address a certain senior cirriped, who correctly surmised that I was syrupy enough to say sir after every word I said, sir.
None too hard, but still fun. That last one's a classic bit of freshman hazing at the Naval Academy.