I know what it sounds like I said, but that isn’t what I meant.

Iron-ick: While discussing the advantages and disadvantages of various metals with his pupil, the master sculptor looked down to see a large beetle crawling up his leg.

Greg-air-e-us: Our friend, Gregory, enjoys ballooning nearly as much as we enjoy the fifth letter of the alphabet.

Eh-strange-duh: She gave him her opinion of his science fiction novel, and she did so rudely.

Diss-a-dent: I’m sorry doctor, it’s just that, when you poke my gums like that, I get so angry that I start saying things, mean things. I’m sorry if I offended you.

Mag-nanny-mouse: We have reason to believe that Maggy, our nanny, is actually a robot piloted from within by a small rodent.

Sar-Don-ick: Donald entered the room loudly – interrupting their discussion of the author’s motives in The Age of Reason – with a large beetle crawling up his leg.

Where this shirt: to the capitol city of New Mexico – Santa Iron.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re allergic to the words, “Oh, I get it.”

This shirt tells the world: “My irony is straight forward and sincere.”

We call this color: That thing at the bottom of a window expressing how cold it feels, except it’s got a speech impediment… Get it? Silver? GET IT?

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