[jsw14]

Originally Posted by Dennis Ga

I loved that, my Wife and I have never lived more than 30 miles from Atlanta and now we are moving to The Villages in 19 days. Going to miss hearing the slow and easy talk of the South.

Y'all bring it with ya now, yah-heer......We have Hose-pipe's in Flori-Duh Too!!!

[Bettiboop]

Love it! Being a Southern gal myself I'm guilty of a lot of em!

I remember a few years ago on our first visit to TV - we went to LSL to watch the crowd. I think the people I met thought I was speaking a foreign language. It may have had something to do with making "dog" a 3-syllable word but I could be wrong!

[Taltarzac725]

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pia1kGUg5po]Shakespeare's Helena...with a twist. - YouTube[/ame]


"How happy some o'er other some can be!

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.

He will not know what all but he do know.

And as he errs, doting on Hermia’s eyes,

So I, admiring of his qualities.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste—

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.

For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia’s eyne,

He hailed down oaths that he was only mine."

[Taltarzac725]

Originally Posted by Taltarzac725

Shakespeare's Helena...with a twist. - YouTube


"How happy some o'er other some can be!

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.

He will not know what all but he do know.

And as he errs, doting on Hermia’s eyes,

So I, admiring of his qualities.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste—

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.

For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia’s eyne,

He hailed down oaths that he was only mine."

This is from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 1, Scene 1, 226-243

[BmoreGal]

Thanks Islandgirl for the post... It made me laugh.

Being from "Bawlmer", we have also been acused of speaking a different language.

We go "downy oshun" Hun....