in my mind, I always heard
Thu-FEAR ha'WAT ...
after a thousand viewings of the bootlegged VHS
of the Lynch movie (my kids really, really liked it)
and an illegally dubbed "Chronicles of Dune" abridged
"audio book" in the 80's (I don't know if we called them
"audio-books" then or not - seems like the phrase was
books-on-tape - and since it was a homemade
copy, there was no info as to who was doing the
reading ...), I now cannot help but read :
THOO-fur HAH-what
also:
Does it still smell, or have you given it its annual rinse out?
while I haven't actually
intentionally washed it since before Memorial Day,
I did spend quite a bit of time in the Saline River on my recent trip to Arkansas,
at the Jenkin's Ferry Battle Site, trying to determine if the buried canon in the
"Baptizin' Bend" could ever be pulled out of the mud without diverting the flow
and drying out that section of the riverbed ... but then I put back on the same
jeans I've been kicking cows and crawling around the cotton fields in all summer,
so now it kinda smells like funk, and potato chips, and dead catfish ...