While appearing as a witness in regard to a traffic accident, I was asked to describe what I saw. For some reason, several attempts to speak came out sounding like Casey Stengel on a bad day. I paused, took a deep breath, turned to Judge Heaton, and said, "I'm sorry, Your Honor, I seem to be tang toungled." The following day there was a small blurb in the newspaper headlined, "Hudge Jeaton surprised at hourt cearing."