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Well I can tell you Mickey is smarter than I am. That's why I send him my problems. Along with a check.


Travis

There's dozens of those videos on Youtube.

When I was billing out trucks at Wilson Foods, I had a very irate driver from Boston who had been promised a load for Boston but instead was slated for Florida or somewhere. He asked if he could use my phone to call his dispatcher. I'll not try to type, "I thought you said I had a load for Boston, you dirty bastard!" to match his speech, but I loved listening to it.

When I went back to south Alabama (not far from Mickey) to teach after many years elsewhere, I noticed two things that were very striking �

� The new Southern drawl was remarkably different from the old Southernspeak that I'd grown-up with.

� I could easily understand black kids who couldn't understand each other.
At least once every class period, I had to translate something that one kid said, and another kid had to ask me "Whah'd ee say, Mist' How'?"
("What did he say, Mister Howell?" was easy.)

That Boston Clip reminds me of a girl who came out to Ory-Gun from Sandy Hook, NJ: She told me that she gotten "Puz in her PS DS". So I dis not take her up on her drunken affections.

Sadly, I later learned that she was talking about a small pimple in her pierced ears.



BMT

I always put it rat dare.

OK, so who iss diss here "Ahhwll", dat all you guys form Texas an OK are lookin for here, anyway?

You mean, " Y'all "? Even my I-pad knows that one.

With Cajuns, "grilled" means you can still see the "Plymouth" indent on the meat, as in fresh road kill...

Dey cook dat meat, don't cull much...

DF

Naw, dat's everyone. Deeze guys iss drillin in da ground.

The word oil doesn't include the forner-added phoneme "-ul," so we who know how to pronounce it right say "aw-il," not "aw-i-ul." Tone-deaf ignoramuses who miss hearing the "-ul" hear only "awl."

We don't say "sawerit" for saw it or "Cuber" for Cuba, either.

Wadja spekt?

Here is how to speak when in Pennsylvania

For those who think we Pennsylvanians 'talk funny' or use 'big words', here's why ...

Once a Pennsylvanian, ALWAYS a Pennsylvanian!

I remember when I first left Coaldale and relocated in Pottstown. People would always tell me I had a "coal region" accent. It drove me crazy. I didn't think I had an accent. I thought everyone else who wasn't from the coal regions had an accent.

For instance

We call it lunch meat, used as a noun. Almost everywhere else it's called "cold cuts".

More about Pennsylvanians and coal region people in particular: You've never referred to Philadelphia asanything but 'Philly' and New Jersey has always been ' Jersey .'

We don't go to the beach we go 'down the shore.'

You refer to Pennsylvania as 'PA' (pronounced Pee-Ay).

How many other states do that?

'You guys' (or even 'youze guys', in some places) is a perfectlyacceptable referenceto a group of men and women.

You know how to respond to the question 'Djeetyet?'(Did you eat yet?)

You know that the Iggles play football and so do the Stillers.

You learned to pronounce Bryn Mawr, Wilkes-Barre, Schuylkill, thePoconos, Tamaqua,Kutztown, Tunkahannock, Bala Cynwyd, Kishacoquillas,Duquesne and Monongahela, also Conshohocken.

And we know Lancaster is pronounced Lank-ister, notLan-kaster.

Youknow what a 'Mummer' is, and are disappointed if you can't catch at least highlights of theparade.

Atleast five people on your block have electric 'candles' in all or most of their windows all year long.

You know what a 'State Store' is, and your out-of-state friends find it incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.

Wordslike 'hoagie,' 'crick,' 'chipped ham,' 'dippy eggs', 'sticky buns,' 'shoo-fly pie,' 'lemon sponge pie', 'pierogies' and 'pocketbook' actually mean something to you. (By the way, that last one's PA slang for a purse!)

You not only have heard of Birch Beer, but you know it comes in several colors.

You know the difference between a cheese steak and a pizza steak sandwich, and you know that you also can't get a really good one anywhere outside of the Philly area. (Except maybein Atlantic City on the boardwalk.)

You proudly tell people you live near the nation's oldest brewery (Yuengling in Pottsville) and that it's more than 180 years old. How do you know? You read the label while you were drinking one.

You know that Blue Ball, Intercourse, Paradise, Climax, Bird-in-Hand, Beaver, Moon, Virginville, Mars, Bethlehem, Hershey, Indiana, Sinking Spring, Jersey Shore, State College, Washington Crossing, Jim Thorpe, King of Prussia, Wind Gap, and Slippery Rock are all PA towns ... and the first three were consecutive stops on the old Reading RR! (PS That's pronounced Redd-ing.)

You can identify drivers from New York, New Jersey, Maryland or other neighboring states by their unique and irritating driving habits.

A traffic jam in Lancaster County is 10 cars waiting to pass a horse-drawn carriage on the highway. (And remember ... that's Lank-ister!)

You know several people who have hit deer more than once.

Driving is always better in winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

As a kid you built snow forts and leaf piles that were taller than you were.

You know beer doesn't grow in a garden, but you know where to find a beer garden.

You actually understand all this. If that's the case, that means you grew up not far from where you're reading this.

Oh, that's east of Texas. In Texas proper oil has three syllables. oy-ee-ul. Or maybe oy-E-you'll. Now "you'll "is one syllable.

OK, long as ya doan throw the cow over the fence some hay. Just sayin. ;-{>8

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What's so hard about that? I know what you're talking about! For the non-Southern speaking, the waitress just asked for a choice between "fries" or "rice"! And I'm not even allowed to be a full-fledged Southerner yet as I've only lived down here for thiry years! Darrel (and no other brother by that name either!)

Years ago I met a girl from Alabama. She was visiting family here in Florida for the summer, not far from Cocoa Beach. She was kind of cute but the thing I remember most vividly was her ability to turn a one syllable word into three.

One day she spied a sand crab on the beach and pointed at it and said "There's a Ka-ra-ab." It took about 10 minutes for 6 of us to decipher what she had said. By then she was red in the face and thoroughly pizzed, thinking we were making fun of her.

Well, yes, we were. Then she did it again when she saw a whale cruising down the coast just outside the breakers. So did we.

If the truth were known, forners who pretend to not understand Southernspeak really know what we're saying. They just love to flaunt their regional superiority.

All in good fun, of course!

At work one day, a lady told me something her husband did. She said it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Can you believe a grown man did that?

I asked, well, is he from up north, Illinois, Ohio, up in there some where?

She said, "He's from New York."

I said, Yeah, I can easily understand him doing something like that.

Oh that looked so funny coming from you, Ken.