I don't know who comes up with deciding what gets, "celebrated" isn't the right word....Commemorated? Noticed? on certain days. I truly don't.Apparently the other day was National Doughnut Day. I ignored it, because I didn't need a reason to eat delicious, doughy, frosted goodness. Mmmmm, doughnuts. Stop. I didn't. But apparently today is International Tongue Twister Day. Seriously. Is there a committee in the World Trade Center that decides which days are when? "International" Tongue Twister Day? Really?
Anyway, we all know this one:
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?I'm not good a speaking a normal sentence. The other day at Disneyland I told cimblog(tm) that I was going to the Holly Joliday bakery, when what I really meant to say was the Jolly Holiday bakery. I do that kind of stuff all the time. Siri even has a hard time understanding me. Do I slur? Mumble? I didn't think so, but Siri is giving me a complex. I told her the other day she was absolutely useless and she forlornly said, "I'm just trying to help." Oh sure, she understands when I insult her but not when I'm just trying to send a text message.
Anyway, try your luck with some of these doozies:
I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop.(Be careful with that one.)
Where she sits she shines, and where she shines she sits.
Denise sees the fleece,This one isn't actually too bad:
Denise sees the fleas.
At least Denise could sneeze
and feed and freeze the fleas.
Can you can a can as a canner can can a can?And this one will make you sound like you're from southern Spain:
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.If you’re really in the mood for a challenge, try mastering a few tongue twisters not in your native tongue.