Sunday, November 13, 2011

What the Pluck?

Here's your Sunday kind of cool thing to do. (Well, if you can't do it right the first time, stop. Repent.  And wait until Monday.)


Say this. 


Six times. In a row. As fast as you can.


I'm not the pheasant plucker. I'm the pheasant plucker's mate, and I'm only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker's late.


I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son, and I'm only plucking pheasants 'til the pheasant pluckers come.


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10 comments:

  1. HilaryNovember 13, 2011 at 7:06 AM

    I don't have to say it to know that I'll mess up.. ;) Fun stuff. :)

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  2. CoffeypotNovember 13, 2011 at 1:31 PM

    Pluck these Pheasant Plucking Phrases. I now have a head ache and my tongue is sore.

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  3. Vodka MomNovember 14, 2011 at 5:31 AM

    oh sweet Lord.

    I'm still working on the woodchuck chuck.

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  4. THINGS YOU'D NEVER GUESS ABOUT MENovember 14, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    It didn't go over very big at church today.....

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  5. DaveNovember 15, 2011 at 8:39 PM

    Um, yeah right! - Dave

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  6. Rob-bearNovember 18, 2011 at 8:43 PM

    Can't do that. My twongue gets all tisted up.

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  7. Rob-bearNovember 18, 2011 at 8:45 PM

    Besides, I'm Canadian. As in ice hockey. We usually think, "What the puck?"

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  8. Harshit WaliaNovember 23, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    Cool Blog! : )

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  9. ♥ BrajaDecember 2, 2011 at 12:05 AM

    I feel like I went back to Grade 5 :))

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  10. Stafford RayDecember 2, 2011 at 4:57 PM

    I am sure Spooner spent many a happy Sunday plucking pheasants! Poor birds!

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