William Archibald Spooner Quotes

The Lord is a shoving leopard.

Someone is occupewing my pie. Please sew me to another sheet.

You will find as you grow older that the weight of rages will press harder and harder upon the employer.

I remember your name perfectly, but I just can't think of your face.

You have deliberately tasted two worms and you can leave Oxford by the town drain.

Her late husband, you know, a very sad death—eaten by missionaries—poor soul!

Kinquering Congs their titles take.

You were fighting a liar in the quadrangle.

A well-boiled icicle.

Is it kisstomary to cuss the bride?

You have hissed all my mystery lectures. You have tasted a whole worm. Please leave Oxford on the next town drain.

Three cheers for our queer old dean!