Tongue Blister "I've been making a lot of Freudian slips lately," a guy says to his friend. "Like what?" asks his buddy. "Last week I asked the train conductor for two pickets to Tittsburgh." "I did something similar the other day," says the friend. "My wife and I were having breakfast, and instead of saying, 'Honey pass the butter,' I said, 'You fucking bitch, you ruined my life!"