“Ain’ta dad-blamed thang wrong down heah in Looz-i-ayna, axseptin’ the biz-kets all got lootered.”
“Cripes, naw. Weeze thankin’ it stanks a lot gooder’n afore Kertriner come.”
“Ah-hup.”
“Y’all got biz-kets orn yuh?”
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We ain't rightly sho jest howeeze ‘lated. I kinda member’n I’s a youngin’ I heered some'un say sumpin' ‘bout Ally Bammy, an’ Bubba, on my rightchere, he member sumpin’ ‘bout Miss Hippy – mayhap heeza Cally Forny dawg, but Chester, on my lef’, he don’t ‘member nuthin’. (Dropped oneez head’n heeze a pup.)
We woked up one day in Looz-i-ayna, and the next day weeze huntin’ coons. (An’ ‘at kinda torked are peepa-diddy, ‘caws weeze ‘pose-ta be bird dawgs.)
Scooter
We heered sum purdy siddy-lady say weeze pyore-bread wammer-runners, but are peepa-diddy says weeze jest pyore-d weener-aiters, ‘caws we likes ‘em better’n we likes biz-kets. Y’all ain’t gotta cupla weeners orn yuh, d’yuh?
Bubba
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