Slippy De Tonguey

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September 2, 2012 by kitcac

I really enjoy a mixed metaphor.

A fab friend of mine is legendary at mixed metaphors.  He once said that he was “spitting kittens”, which is a cross between spitting feathers and having kittens.

Stavros also has his moments.  He can try to say something “street” and it goes horribly wrong.  The other day he said “my bag” instead of “my bad”.  I am still shaking with laughter.  Only sweet baby Jesus knows why someone who lives in Chorley would say such a thing as “my bad” anyway.

We ain’t no gangstas y’all, tru dat!  Sup bro!

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