Mine is a spoonerism – a switching of morphemes of proximate words either as a slip of the tongue or intentionally as a play on words. They are named after the Rev. B. A. Spooner of Oxford University, who may have had a predilection towards them. My screen name is from one of the classics, “the victim was killed by a blushing crow to the head”.
Switching topics, next weekend we’ll be hosting the welcome picnic for a group of 14 German exchange students, one of which will be staying with us for three weeks. Including the host families and others, we’re looking at 45-50 folks (or volks). The program organizer wants to do burgers and dogs (heh). Fine, I said, bring all that, but I’m gonna be up at 2:00am smoking some butts. If these kids came all the way across the Atlantic to experience America, they’re going to get some “Renowned Mr. Brown” (along with SoFlaQuer’s mustard sauce – if there’s a better mustard sauce out there, I want to hear about it). I wonder what we’ll run out of first - dogs or pulled pork?