I have recently returned from another week long trip to my homeland, Pittsburgh, PA where I did my level best to expose the RW Clan to some of the cultural influences that made me the barely literate man that I am today. They were saddened and apalled, but I think that they now have a greater appreciation for what I went through as a child.
I love to make fun of the way yinz talk down here in the South, but it occurred to me since I try pretty hard (with mixed results) to keep my own verbal idiosyncracies to a minimum I should, in the interest of full disclosure, share with you how I actually talk when around my family and old school chums. Enjoy.
EDIT: A warm Thank You to the IrishPirate for providing today’s amusement. Yinz are great n’at!