I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more coibell
Occasionally I mispronounce things. It's both a curse and a blessing.
It's a curse because at the Naperville Ribfest on Sunday, I got really excited when I found out what band was coming out at 8:30. I turned to Dave and said, "Dude! The band that plays that cowbell song is here! In Naperville!"
Dave, who spent most of his life living on a planet that only plays B96, he said, "I have no idea what you're talking about. What band?"
And I replied, "Dude, c'mon. Blue Oyster Coit."
It's a blessing because I decided not to correct myself, so now, for the rest of his life, whenever "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" comes on and Dave's in a room full of a bunch of strangers that he wants to schmooze with, he's going to say "Oh, great song, I love Blue Oyster Coit!" Which I find really, really amusing.
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Heh. Feel fortunate that you were only a syllable away from saying "Blue Oyster Coitus"
How sad that you kids only know BOC as the "more cowbell" band. In any case, I also find it funny for your friend that he his misinformation will cause future embarrassment.
Hands down the greatest SNL skit of the last 10 years.
Talking about the more cowbell skit-as if I needed to clarify.
So how did that happen, it's not exactly a tongue twister. You must have been trying to say oyster and cult at the same time...? coit? haha
Great. Now you have me saying it.
I like how all he knows is that they have a cowbell