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Very simple: A modified spell checking algorithm which first checks and corrects the spelling in a document, then re-scans it, using a different algorithm which searches for patterns of words suitable for conversion to Spoonerisms.
The output would be humorous but the code would be set up not to produce
excessively offensive phrases (unless they were really funny).
Prinderalla and the Since
http://www.matthewg.../rindercella_5.html
Meducate the Asses! lol [ConsulFlaminicus, Jan 02 2008]
"Oh! I want to quee the bean!"
http://www.imdb.com...le/tt0068613/quotes
The Frog Prince [Amos Kito, Jan 02 2008]
[link]
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codified smell phecking |
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This would be a cunning stunt if you could
pull it off. |
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"Piddle lig, piddle lig, ket me lum in!" |
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"Not by the chuzz on my finny fin fin!" |
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"Then I'll larf and I'll barf and I'll hoe your blouse down!" |
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So the wolf larfed and he barfed and he hew the blouse down, whereupon Poe jig run off to Puke lig's house and broke his wother. That wungry holf was right behind. "Piddle ligs, piddle ligs, I wants two pat figs, I does!" |
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"Not by the muzz on my fuzzly fuzzle fuzz!" said Puke lig. |
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"Then I'll larf and I'll barf and I'll hoe your blouse down!" |
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So the wolf larfed and he barfed and he hew the blouse down. Loe and Juke freely reeked and run off to the hock rouse and dolted the bore. The wungry holf got there quite rick, but not nasty fuff. |
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"Piddle ligs, piddle ligs, undolt the bore!" |
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"Not by the mollicles on my fandible!" said Pave dig (who never missed a chance to use a wig bird). |
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"Then I'll larf and I'll barf and I'll hoe your blouse down!" |
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Pave dig just smiled and said, "Woe blay!" |
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So the wolf larfed and he barfed and he larfed and he barfed, till he was foo in the blace, with no effectable notice on the stock ructure. The wig bad bolf sat down to cogitate on this uneventful prediction, when he noticed the choking smimney. Not bein' a very wart smolf, he chimed the climney and dropped tail first into a boiling stot of poo. |
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That wolf earned his bass and just about everything else that day, since Pave dig clammed the slover on the poo stot, leaving the other poo tigs mealing in squirthful reverie. Pave dig turned to his overweight brothers and said, "Molf wheat is beaner than leef, and it would bepig you hooves to conduce your resumption of faturated sats." The very next day they started a diet of vegetabically grown organelles, and they began electing crocks for two new hock roams for Lo and Puke jig. |
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This storal has two morys: First, of course, induce your retake of atty facets. Secondly, never ever dime clown chokin' smimneys. |
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And I thought this had something to do with issuing the chosen denomination to the correct person, natural or juristic. |
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Another farce-about-ace idea if you ask
me. |
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Sir, you truly are a shining wit. |
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Now, that's just mad banners. |
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You can hang them up when the god of erotic love jumps the semi on his dirt bike. |
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Nobody has mentioned the pheasant pluckers that frequent this site. |
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This is turning into a lucking fist. |
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Perhaps at this point we should pause in
solemn reflection and drink a toast to the
late, great Jill Dando. |
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Co nomment, fexcept or I gant to wive you a [+]. I ike this lidea. |
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//emerged with a soul full of hope// |
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Shaft so hard, I nearly lit myself. |
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