"That Bastid Uncle Jimbo"
"Greta of Kiss My Gumbo Is Screamingly Funny"
As one would guess there are certain words that when I say them, non-Bostonians can guess where I come from. Many of these lesser beings comment on what they refer to as my accent.
Ridiculous! I speak properly, everyone "west of Worcester" has mangled the language. You need to watch "The Story of English" on PBS. The language came over from England to Boston and it was corrupted as it flowed south and west.
I went out in the comments of this BlackFive post and spit on the floor. But it was Greta's comment that actually brought tears to my eyes.
If I didn't love you so much Jimbo, I'd fly right back to DC and tie you to chair with that stupid thong and smile at you in the sunshine with a reflective mirror while Maggie recited poetry. You think waterboarding is bad!
April 28, 2009 at 06:45 AM
What a great idea!!!! *throat clearing noise*
One of my favorites is "Barbara Frietchie" by John Greenleaf Whittier
"Up from the meadows rich with corn, clear in cool September morn................."
Then we will move on to Marlowe.
4 years ago