So, since I work at night, and Kathy is on max-swole* right now, I do a lot of the grocery shopping. I tend to make fun of the way we black folk tend to speak down here in the South, and as such, what follows is the phonetically spelled-out list of items for purchase:
Grosy Liss
Mennit Rise
Gobbitch Bags
Pento Bens
Hole Chikuns
Crem ov Chikun
Crem uv Mushrome
Unyun Soop Miks
Bred
Shuger
Murk (a Memphis thing, sadly)
Jeffey Conebred Miks
Sereul
(And then I had to go to the)
Butey Suplie Stoe (to buy an afro)
Pik
The problem came when, because of my own smart-aleckiness, I found myself repeatedly standing in the middle of an aisle (dodging old ladies) frowning, trying to figure out what the-- heck "Sereul" was! I thought I was being funny, and instead wound up being the butt of my own joke.
The black folk will know what these words say. White folk, ask your black friends...
*Extremely Pregnant!
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