tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10576373.post111443225514754982..comments2023-11-02T07:30:49.036-04:00Comments on Subjunctivitis: Dude. Sweet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10576373.post-1115029927059863522005-05-02T06:32:00.000-04:002005-05-02T06:32:00.000-04:00Golly!Golly!Eric "Babe" Morsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03477635241216248642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10576373.post-1114786079647038672005-04-29T10:47:00.000-04:002005-04-29T10:47:00.000-04:00A personal confession re: slang.In the early 90's ...A personal confession re: slang.<BR/><BR/>In the early 90's I tried to learn some slang of (essentially) the 70's from the 1980 film "Airplane".<BR/><BR/>You know the part. (a later scene includes Mrs. Cleaver . . . ?)<BR/><BR/>15 years later I can still recite most of the lines and I privately enjoy it.<BR/><BR/>When heard the lines may be impressive, or at least almost interesting. When written phonetically from memory, well, I don't know -- draw your own conclusions.<BR/><BR/>examples:<BR/>"Knock yourself a pro, slick. Gray-matta back na perform us down, now take T.C. bein'"<BR/><BR/>"I say hey, sky. Sutha say I wanna see, pray to J I dun same-o, same-0"<BR/><BR/>"Shiiiiiiiiii . . . "Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com