Two rather old fashioned chaps meet one morning in the office. One of them is most distressed. “Whatever is the matter, old boy? asks his friend. “Well, it is awfully embarrassing. I stopped at the tobacconist on the way in – the one where the shop girls is, er, rather well endowed if you know what I mean. I meant to say, ’20 filter tips please’. But, instead, I heard my voice saying, ’20 filter tits, please.”
Ah, replies the friend, what you’ve done there is called a Freudian Slip. It’s where you mean to say one thing, but your mind makes you say another thing. Normally a new statement suggested to you by what you’re looking at. Happens all the time. Happened to me this morning over breakfast. I was looking at my wife and meant to say ‘please pass the butted, dear’. But I heard myself say, ‘You fearful bitch. You’ve ruined my life!'”