Why say or sing something correctly when you can say it incorrectly for fun?
For instance, Kris and I have a little game we play when we're out and about--which isn't right now. Sigh. The game is to say the store or restaurant name that we're passing without actually saying the name.
Applebee's becomes any combination of a fruit and insect: Pearants; Bananabeetle, etc.
Texas Roadhouse is Texas Outhouse or Texas Roadkill. (Nothing against them; we are just equal-opportunity pokers of fun.)
Outback Steakhouse... Outhouse Steakback. (From my dad.)
JoAnn Fabrics is Ojann's. (From my friend, Becky.)
Menard's is SpendBigMoneyAtMenard's or Benard's. (Benard's is what my brother called it when he was little and thought Dad worked there because he was at that store all the time.)
Papa John's is Papa Johann's, Father Johann's, or Papa Jn's because the lights on the local sign were burnt out in spots.
Bob Evan's is Robert E-vonne's said with a very important flair.
IHOP... IRUN, ISPRINT, IJUMP, IROLL...
Golden Corral... well, we have lots of unflattering names for this germ pit that start with "Golden" and end with words that ladies don't say. I let Kris handle the variations of this restaurant name.
Words in daily life are fun to twist:
Hamburgers becomes hangurbers. (That's also from my dad, but we use it all the time.)
Lettuce is le-TOOS. (Thank you, Nicole, for that one.)
Food is fud. (Also from Nicole)
Ridiculous is ridiclious. (Thanks to a mispronunciation from my children.)
Songs are the most fun to mess up:
"I hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking to your sheep."
"Whoa, part-way there; whoa, messing up my hair!" (This one is a great for playing: "...tripping down the stairs;" "...falling off a chair!")
Safety Dance works well as Safety Pants.
Yesterday from the Beatles easily becomes any point in time: Last Saturday...
Try it for yourself! You might be just as crazy as we are. And it's a fun road game.