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.


10 comments:

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

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

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  3. oh sweet Lord.

    I'm still working on the woodchuck chuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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