Elmur Fudd

Imagine for a second that you had mastered the impersonation of some forgotten 1960s cartoon character - let’s say, for argument’s sake, it’s Elmer Fudd.

You try it out on your girlfriend, and she cracks up. She begs you to talk to her with your new voice all the time, even during the most intimate moments. For some reason, this seems to make her love you more.

After a few days of this, she cajoles you into ordering a meal at a restaurant using your cartoon voice, so you order the “woast wamb” for yourself and the “wemon chicken wiv wentiws” for her.

The waiter thinks it’s hilarious. You spend the rest of the evening receiving special treatment and leave without having to pay the bill.

At work, your colleagues stop by your desk just to hear you say, “my secwetawy is witing a wetter”.

Even a cop lets you off a speeding fine when you tell him, “But officer, I was wacing to catch a wascawy wabbit!”

Eventually you talk like Fudd all day.

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