Today's Savage Chickens cartoon made me laugh.
One of my roommates in grad school was one of the most malapropian sons-of-bitches in the world. He would then justify his use of the completely incorrect word by claiming that language was fluid and that his new use of the word simply added to the existing meaning of the word.
This justification used to drive me batshit crazy.
So when he wasn't around, I'd teabag his toothbrush.
Or am I?