We drove by a dead skunk on the road & he said "Something smells like broc-co-li!"
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The darling mispronunciations of childhood!--dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again.
-Mark Twain
HAHA, I have a bunch in my fridge from the Bountiful Baskets. Maybe you should smother it with cheese, that worked when we were kids.
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