have to include “one bourbon, one scotch, one beer”. otherwise, i aint feelin it. nevermind that, apparently, nobody in hollywood can articulate hoagie, radiator, and bathroom properly.
1. what’s your favorite roast pork sandwich?
2. what’s your favorite hoagie?
3. what’s your favorite cheesesteak?
4. do you have radiators in your home/apartment?
5. how do you pronounce radiator.
6. have you been north of the poconos?
7. have you been west of lancaster?
8. have you been east of the shore?
9. have you been south of delaware?
10. what’s your favorite tomato pie?
11. where do you get crabs from?
12. what neighborhood do you love?
13. what neighborhood do you avoid?
14. what’s your favorite building?
15. favorite sports team?
16. what does wifty mean?
17. what does jawn mean?
18. is your part more crooked than ridge ave?
19. do you have more problems than carter’s got liver pills?
20. ever take-a-boost?
“The Sound of Philadelphia Fades Out,” an article on the Philadelphia/South Jersey accent, was in the Sunday Review section of The New York Times yesterday. Yes, you read that right. Hopefully you weren’t completely freaked out reading about the beauty of yous guys and nuyce–which I had been spelling as youse guys and noiceall these years–and instead enjoyed my meditation of an lamentations…
fuck that. nyt has no idea how i just articulated this post!
Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”
i feel this way about sunday in general.
this alley doesn’really feel like “stock exchange place.”