Let's play pretendies. We like this game.
Pretend I'm a yankee, one that says "you guys" instead of "y'all." Not one that says "youse guys" because, come on now. I can't pretend to be that person.
Believe me, there is NOTHING wrong with that person, but I'm just not one of those people.
The ants named Joyce, that lived at Janie's house for a while? THEY were those people.
I digress, and only she will know what I'm talking about. Oh well.
Anyway, back to being a You Guys Yankee.
I'd be all, oh, look a wicked bad storm is coming in. That wicked bad sucks. It's going to be wicked cold and kinda shitty.
(instead of the way I usually would say something like, "ohhhh heyyy, look, y'all, it's gwine be windy and curazy outsahd, and by the way, y'all wanna go get somethin' to drank?")
You'd think you were not really going to be all Perfect Stormy, right? And then what would happen? You would turn on the Weather Channel, right? And guess what you would see?
CANTORE.
http://jezebel.com/5955815/fuck-marry-kill-all-jim-cantore-severe-weather-edition
Just saying.
(by the way, I kind of super love him, so I think it goes without saying which I would choose. I'm not the marryin' kind.)
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