What is "Suss cess"? What native born English speaker would ever say that?
My mother pronounces things weird all the time. She was talking about "en-ya-key" one day, that she wanted it for dinner. DH and I were trying to figure out what it was. We went to an Italian restaurant, and she was like - "it's right here on the menu, "en-ya-key". It was gnocchi. Bless her.
This is the land of pe-caan vs. pee-can.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Regional pronunciations and enunciations are what we grow up with.
Upon, up-on or ah-pon?
Mawmaw still calls a sink a zink.
I say puh-caan pie.
Granny always used tin foil, tin chairs, and tin cans.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
my lady's father was an aussie--took me a couple of years before i could pretty regularly understand what the hell he was saying(and even longer to comprehend what is considered " aussie humor "--her mother is a kiwi but was educated in england--she speaks perfect, PERFECT english--for a while, was damn near afraid to open my mouth around her as she would probably conclude her daughter had married a complete dumbass
we've all mellowed since then--regional stuff can be confusing, true, but some international expressions/slang are downright dumbfounding
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" the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. "--edmund burke
Have tried for years to say "wash" as opposed to "warsh" Never will figure out where the Midwest found that "r".
Where in Midwest, Karl?
I grew up in Northeast Ohio. I guess our "claim to fame is...we have no accent, at all."
My husband Wayne, grew up 20 minutes east of me...and he still sounds like a "country boy, to me."
(He walks like one, too. Like he's stepping over cow paddies. LOL!)
I can pick up accents pretty quick. Whenever I hung out with Wayne's grandparents, who were born in England...and moved to Canada, in their youth...heck, I'd start saying aboot...instead of about. Just like them.
my lady's father was an aussie--took me a couple of years before i could pretty regularly understand what the hell he was saying(and even longer to comprehend what is considered " aussie humor "--her mother is a kiwi but was educated in england--she speaks perfect, PERFECT english--for a while, was damn near afraid to open my mouth around her as she would probably conclude her daughter had married a complete dumbass
we've all mellowed since then--regional stuff can be confusing, true, but some international expressions/slang are downright dumbfounding
When I did the books for Mom and Pops businesses, one of my client's BIL, from Australia, took over the business while my client was in the hospital. I asked the BIL what the password was and he yelled "F*** you". Turns out he was saying "4 q's" as in QQQQ
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
my lady's father was an aussie--took me a couple of years before i could pretty regularly understand what the hell he was saying(and even longer to comprehend what is considered " aussie humor "--her mother is a kiwi but was educated in england--she speaks perfect, PERFECT english--for a while, was damn near afraid to open my mouth around her as she would probably conclude her daughter had married a complete dumbass
we've all mellowed since then--regional stuff can be confusing, true, but some international expressions/slang are downright dumbfounding
When I did the books for Mom and Pops businesses, one of my client's BIL, from Australia, took over the business while my client was in the hospital. I asked the BIL what the password was and he yelled "F*** you". Turns out he was saying "4 q's" as in QQQQ
The Japanese man was trying to get the American customer to say Isuzu correctly, but after a few tries says "that's ok. I can't say chevroray".
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
