We have always played word games in our family. Ones that we invented of course, so completely incomprehensible to anyone else. Anyone Else always stood there looking puzzled while we rolled around like beetles on our backs laughing ourselves silly at our cleverness. Allegedly.
There is the one where, no wait, you need the visuals for that game.
Anyway.
I was immersed in Vanity Fair one day and read a small paragraph by Christopher Hitchins about a game he used to play with his friends (rudeness alert here) replacing heart in any love song with the word dick. Try it, it's unrelentingly hilarious.
Achy Breaky Heart is a good starting point.
Mathew points out that Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea is an all time winner in all these games. Hint: leagues is the word you are looking to substitute here...
This story is taking longer than I thought.
So one night the son picks up a newly arrived book on my shelf on Shamanism, and begins a long complicated process of making me defend it and taking the mickey out of it at the same time. Except I am deeply engrossed in Kingdom on the tv and not in the mental space to participate in one of these semantic rituals with him. So I throw back the line, just go through the book and replace Shaman with Pirate.
Awesome result.
But it gets better, it appears that Pirate is a very flexible and entertaining word.
One we worked out in the car yesterday: choose a common ingredient in a cookbook and replace with Pirate, onion is good ... Ahh cheap reading thrills, gotta get em where you can!
Oh look, a shameless opportunity for a picture of Johnny Depp!
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