And that applies not just to double entendres, but especially to those numerous mispronts which by extraordinary chance, if indeed they were random mispronts, turn out to mean something funny.
Yeah, those random mispronts get you every time.
One of my favorite mispront stories has to do with Mark Twain. I'll paste an old post of mine:
Twain was apprenticed to a printer when he was 12 or 13--some time around 1840, I think. One day, a visitng preacher gave a ripsnorter of a sermon and a local minister commissioned a printing of it. This took several apprentices many hours to typeset. When they were all done, the head apprentice ran a proof and discovered a word was missing. This would require resetting almost all the type.
The head apprentice figured out that instead of resetting the whole thing, if he changed a "Jesus Christ to "J. C.," he could slip in the missing word. He figured the minister would never notice.
Well, the minister read his proof sheet and hit the ceiling. "So long as you live, don't you ever diminish your Saviors' name again. Put it all in," he thundered.
So the head apprentice did just that. He changed the "J. C." to "Jesus H. Christ."