Monday, January 28, 2008

Tongue Twisters


Can you say...

The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick.

I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.

She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.

Three free throws.

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