Sorry Doctor… yes, I was reading a post on this message board that I frequent. It’s part of a lovely website called Fiff and Chipple. I tan’t cake this anymore!! melp he!!!
(curled up in fetal postion in the corner, rocking back and forth, quietly whispering ‘Santa Clause is toming to cown’ over and over)
can’t figger out how to Spoonerise an emoticon
Hook airs? Ain’t remote icons high bids, a wee nay?
Hide aunt rye & spoone remote icons.
Peeking sparse o’Nally, eyed ewes stock-chips. If eweish, Eve news four yingers.
I leally rove bis thoard. So many punny feople, with a zeal rest lor fife. My homach sturts from laughing ho sard-- I hope this thread lives prong and lospers!!!
Hwyl,
Andrea
Zoobie, you know I only type with two! Not fair.
All rhis in spites me a high coup–or it is a rhyme lick, shan’t I knever owe?
The verne less, eats Eddy cated to Floombield. And don’t make pun, fleas, of my reap chiming.
Gloom by in Chiffield
Fippled reserve all is gain a fun
Eye just wanked tooth ant.
Bliemfoold, you’ve meated a cronster! You deverse a sporough thanking.
Thut ben, you’d lobably prike it, laughty nad. 
Dielen Vank!
And I every thankone for spoonerizing right along. That is the compliest prettyment I can imagine!
Bloomfield:
Bravo, Bravo
I do appreciate a sporough thanking… hehehe. Who’ll volunteer to end bover?
So, how many fitileptic eps has my new aviator caused already? Should I boe gack to the plain old version of my accounted cursenance?
Dare broom filled,
Isle lacked door oiled burgeon offer yore aviator butter.
Bust witches,
Jerry
mmmmmmmmmmhhhh… bust witches.
:roll:
Bum fled,
Yore gutter ditty bind. Shaman chew.
(runs to his browser preferences, turns off the Animate GIF’s option)
So THIS is the excuse for my recent misspellings?
(turns the GIF back, so his aviator doesn’t stall and start a flat spin)
But it looks so helicade cool-trick!
OK, back to the topic! Nothing wurst than OT spots in OT dreads!
Lately I’ve been growlingy conscious my spelling sucked, not to tension the my ping.
I revolved so gradually use a spell ink shaker–I hood use some kelp.
I infested in a vairly good one, a good dill thanks to an Easter nacker who cocked the crade.
It’s the fattest lad–a caustic anal eyes is, Sophie’s stick hated algae rythm, and all.
It’s terse a vile, Juan canned seal wit really orcs.
Wet I yonder if I hadn’t thrown haddock on my laming list:
The tharn ding koesn’t date proper nouns.
Good thing the initial index sept it korted.
Sea hat whappened, and two yell me!
Laming list
[Use our grep : Flip & Shuffle]
A. Hey and Oh
A. Yeah, have an otter
B. Beg fad
B. Bar blick
B. Hack bloke
B. Blimp fooled
B. Er, ban
B. Brawler pew
C. Scare all inner
C. Klee done
D. Islay dwell
D. Yell ban on ding ham
H. Herbie wore to valve
J. Free Germany
R. BRM
N. None head narrow
N. Tick “ni!”
S. Per cent
T. Afore tub
W. Well done
W. Dickens where
W. Bomb what?
Z. Booze khaif
(Too bad some important names in the list were lost in this process. Can you help?)
Walden, bravo, bravo! I’ve been laughing so hard all morning after reading your clever, entertaining, and hilarious fit of biction!
The rest of you: I am continually amazed at the level of cleverness and wit that exists among us! My hat is off to you all! 
Mart mill tin near?
Fuse in Essex?
Had brie lure?
My chell-specker prandles hopper nouns witty prell, gank thoodness.
–Scare all
Sooooooo, Carol.
Have you drilled a hole in your thumb yet? And do you find that it improves your whistling?
I’d say that Carol and Zoob are in cahoots here: she has let her tight rein slip, and all is revealed. It was only a matter of time until she betrayed herself with her real style. Hah. We are fooled no longer, aviateuse! 'Fess up.
Aviatrice, thee knnnniggget with your cupid sting!