...& then one of us woulda popped up and started wandering around like tha pink pot bellied pig on two legs you were, fucking mimicking you, all " who fucked me😭with my own words?!🤣?!My Career!"...sounding like Mark Curry imitating Diddy 😁in yo face😶🌫️. Because everybody's fn Crazy in Cleveland.
The Angel, giggling cuz she do miss the veracity of her countrymen from time to time.
Author: Glyph
IN Cleveland speak being a niggardly motherfucka was EEOC in the 80s-2000s.
As in…. “Lookit Dis Nigga here…how WE ruined your fn career? Y’old creepy , crepe-y ass mad and mollified ya sins ain’t Absolved by calling on tha blood of Our Patron Saint of Comedy Richard Pryor who WE all know never liked yo’ ass? We ain’t say the shit motherfucka, you did!How tha fuck YOU Thinkyo ignorance is on our asses in any way otha than like tha ‘shit on a shoe’ that Is even having ta work with yo azz is beyond Me~”
…all expressed with a glance , a brow and a muttered “dis Nigga~”
ah… the sheer, poetic beauty of patois.
I dooo have a dawg in that race. It was the...my favorite show of all time & that fucker (who I once loved enough to be unable to pick sides in the Bill Murray shit) ruined it.
Cleveland Speak? It’s not AaVe or Ebonics. It’s an expression of ‘don’t make me eloquently whup yo ass in front of yo momma- “… the shall we say “Continental ” variant of our assortment of dialects, in part due to the guilt ridden, end of life robber baron blood money soaked beautiful infrastructure of our region.
The closest artistic expression of it in the cultural ledger was showcased by a certain Lucy Liu in Kill Bill, volume one- with the assistance of her translator, at it’s climax. Layered into one sentence, by one person.