Mid-westerners placing an "R" in wash. "Warsh the car." Drives me insane...
Our director is a Brit... he always adds an "I" when he says the word aluminum. ("aluminium" is how it comes out)
I always ask him what the aircraft are made of.. and he will smirk and say, "Metal - cheeky devil."
My grandma is from northern Texas (from a very small town..........where everyone knows everyone and what they're doing etc.) and she's always used an "R" in the word "wash". Everytime I would stay with her, she'd ask if I had any clothes that needed "warshing" or ask my Granddad if he was going to "warsh" the dishes.
Here is one. On our way to Daytona this past July, we stopped in a Target to locate a cord for an iPod. We were in Murfreesboro, Tennessee at the time. The clerk helping us said this: "Why Yessuh I sawrit right over here".
The english language is such a "colorful" language sometimes.
"I gahhda go to da baath-ROAM. I just drank too much kaww-FAY and aahrang CHOES!" ("Choes =" juice)
(12-27-2010 10:45 AM)boomer Wrote: [ -> ]Here is one. On our way to Daytona this past July, we stopped in a Target to locate a cord for an iPod. We were in Murfreesboro, Tennessee at the time. The clerk helping us said this: "Why Yessuh I sawrit right over here".
The english language is such a "colorful" language sometimes.
"You-ins" or "you-uns" is one I cannot stand in Tennessee.
My brothers ex-wife is from Long Island (Lon gilan)
Her brother and wife were down visiting in Knoxville. They had brought their bikes, and we were getting ready to leave for a ride just after dawn.
BIL (brother in law) walks out and says: (I swear I am not making this up) "I took a dump in da showa dea..."
Tommy looks at me... I look at him... we both look at the BIL.
I continue to check my gear.
Tommy finally breaks and says: "Umm... what did you do in the shower?"
BIL says: "I took a dump in dea."
I am choking now - shaking violently while trying to close my pack.
"You took a dump.... in my shower." (not a question)
BIL: Looking a lot like a heifer about to aquire the fatal forehead dot. "I fell in the shower!"
I am bent over the seat now... useless.
Tommy says: "You fell!?? Oh - ok. Because if you s#*t in my shower I was gonna' beat your a$$!"
I sure am glad I wasn't drinking my afternoon tea whilst reading about dumping in da showaaa.
I'll just get in my cah and scat home.
The Pickle conspiracy theory.
Tonight I was enjoying a beautiful bowl of soup with a plethora of oyster crackers and a turkey sandwich out on a date at her favorite restaurant. I had a great conversation going on with this fine looking lady and life was good. Then I bit into this nasty limp rubber dill pickel from hell. The thing was ages old. My night changed, My slick smoothness that was once wooing this princess became an onslaught of bitter gripes. Having lost any hope of courting miss perfect anymore with my colic behavior, I decided to conduct a test. I notched her pickle when she went to the ladies room. I put three notches on both ends of her pickle and I bet you that when we leave, they recycle all the uneaten pickles. I'll see that pickle again, I know it.
What have we become?
Blah! Sorry about the disappointing meal NBC! Does she have any other favorite restaurants?
