My favorite example of this happened during a D&D game years ago in which the DM kept pronouncing the word portcullis as PORK-YOO-LISS.
To this day, the word causes the image of some sort of ancient Roman pig gladiator to appear unbidden in my mind.
Thanks for looking into this, officer Silkshirtski. Beth left here last night with that dirtbag Glenn, and he just kept saying he was “gonna take our daughter out tonight” and asking us if we wanted to “find hell with him”? We’re just sick with worry over here.
Woodworking Jesus warned us against the evils of epoxy river tables and lichtenberg figure burning.
As are professional curse words.
Better call Central Services.
“Rosebud frozen peas. Full of country goodness and green peaness.”
The bag is full of post-1999 MTG cards that I will trade for pre-1999 MTG cards.
Gender reassignment?
You’re gonna win it in the CROSSFIRE
Do you want Temu Pinhead to show up? *We have such deeply discounted sights to show you. *