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So you can understand what the natives are saying when you visit.
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When I first moved here I thought this was a ridiculous adjective. 43 years later? I still do.
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Never let a dubbah be responsible for the beer. No good can come from that.
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If you live in the back of beyond? Behind the puckerbrush, in bumblefuck Egypt? You live in the willywacks… and really can’t get there from heah.
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River's world..... 
Now, you’ve made me afraid to retire to Maine…
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No worries. We’re harmless, just quirky.
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Well, sort of like…”Aww bless your heart”……which is southern (even way up here in El Paso) for, not the brightest bulb in the pack.
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Exactly.
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Well, bless your heart for sharing this here. I liked to never have known this if’n you didn’t explain it. Y’all do talk weird.
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There was a 4 legged corn picker on the road 1 1/2miles from me with a happy birthday balloon tied to its leg………..some people’s kids……..
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Sick senses of humor, the lot of them.
😉
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Youse be livin’ in da willywack? How Cummin. You must be a dubbah.
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We’re not quite far enough out to be considered willywacks. And it’s cunnin’, no m.
As for being a dubbah, thems fighting’ words!
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The roadkill raccoon made me laugh. That’s the kind of humor that would fit in well with my blog…
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Twisted and in bad taste? I try…
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I’m beginning to realize Mainers love their double consonants.
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We also love to drop ‘er’ and replace it with ‘ah’.
Aren’t we clevah?
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