This is an original. When my parents came back to the U.S. in the early fifties, they bought a modest house in an area that had re-zoned as residential. For many years there was a vacant lot between my parents house and a house at the end of the road. That house belonged to a couple I can only describe as much older, humorless and stiff. My mom was outside in the backyard when the older woman with uber stiff husband in tow walked toward mom and met her in the middle just to be neighborly. They exchanged a few pleasantries and at some point mom said she had better go home because she had a cake in the oven. The older women said "oh, what kind of cake are you making?" And my mom responded " it's just a box cake, a Betty Cracker white cock mix". As soon as the phrase came out of her mouth she tried to correct her statement and said" I mean a Betty Cracker White cock mix". she could barely contain herself as she hurried away trying not to laugh. I still love that story, but then again, I remember all the parties, she couldn't have planned a better spoonerism for those humorless folks.
@glitterbag,
great story, blittergag...
My mom had a great sense of humor and was a good sport. If we ever have a topic about humorous terrific moms, I'll have some stories.
@Region Philbis,
"batters to be maken into my own hands"
@bsingh5,
everything's dunky-horry...
@ehBeth,
sorry for the mad banners...
@Region Philbis,
blogging flock
A scientist could not help but wonder that the decrease in the use of the flogging block has gone hand in hand with an increase in the blogging flock.
@spendius,
In fact, the manifestation spoken of above is in line with what the leading US behavioural scientist, Professor Skinner, said on the matter.
