With Kudos to Mason on the Trucker Lingo, I give you Richmond Va. Lingo.
For those not familiar with it, you cannot go south and talk this lingo. It is very regionalized, even though at one time it was the Capital of the Confederacy. I will try to differentiate.
Y'All - that means one, two or a bunch. It means all of you!
All Y'all - Does not exist. Speak it, and we know you are Yankees
Aboat - Means About. cant you understand English?
Huse - Gee! What do you live in? A house?
Parham - Don't try. Let me spell it out. Pear (as in the fruit) ram (like in old goat).
Henrico - Don't try again. Here it is Hen (female chicken) Rye (like the bread) Co (like in company) Don't worry, most never get that one right.
Powhite - Now we got you! Cause even the natives do not agree. The most common (no, just my interpretation) is Pow (think 65 Batman) Hite. That is them Indian tribe.
The other is Po (as in poor) White. Either one is fine! After all, the natives still cant decide.
JRB - No not a government program. It stands for the James River Bridge.
Pocahontas Parkway - Not even close. It is the mega toll road for the east enders (we decide status on where you live - hey! I did not create the strata!) to get to I-95 or the airport. Or those sorry south siders who cant spend 15 extra minutes to avoid a $2.50 toll.
Belvidere Toll booths. - They do not exist. But did for many years after the debt was paid off. The scars are still there and natives know it as it is the only place you can pull off of I-95 with out getting creamed by a harried driver.
Open areas. Do not tread! There was a battle there about 140 years ago! We are still worshiping the space!
Spent light bulbs - Save them! We have to put them in our museum!
Chicahominy - If you can pronounce it, you can get by. After all, who has ever heard of it?
Rivah - Pronounced Ree - Va. Not the James! But the Rappahanock. if you don't have a place there, don't talk to Those who do. You are not worthy.
River Drive - if you don't have about 20 mil, they wont answer the door.
And finally, the number of Richmonders who believe this stuff is equal to the number of splinters in your thumb. But they still (in their own mind) rule.
My Children? Born here. But they are not "Richmonders". fortunately, my children are in the majority.
yea, I am a stinker!