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Speaking 'Y'allese' – It's not as 'hahd' as it sounds

When contemplating what I could write about this week, it occurred to me that I haven't written about my Southern heritage in a while. When I lived in Oregon, I used to teach my students in Sunday School a new Southern phrase or word each week. I had them speaking like they were from the South, y'all.


Here are some of my favorite Southern phrases:


• He's finer than frog hair split four ways.

• If you don't stop, I'll knock you in the head and tell God you died.

• He's so confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt.

• She's madder than a mule chewing' on bumblebees.

• He could even depress the devil.

• That boy's more slippery than snot on a glass doorknob.

• Well, they're off like a herd of turtles.

• He's so cute I could put him on a plate and sop him up with a biscuit.

• He stinks so bad he'd knock a buzzard off a gut wagon.

• He fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

• She's as pretty as a speckled pup.

• He's drunker than ol' Cooter Brown.

• Last night sure was a frog strangler. (lots of rain)

• Well if that ain't true, grits ain't groceries. 

• You better watch out or I'll cream your corn.


There's just something wonderful about being from the South. There's no other place in the world like it. I think Carlton Riley Smith got it right when he said, "A person doesn't have to live in the South to share good food with friends at the end of a warm day, when the breeze is just right, or to bask in the rewarding afterglow of a hard day's work in the garden. Southerners didn't invent these sorts of simple pleasures – we just refined them." 

Posted: Jan 31 2012, 10:45 AM by Red On The Head | with no comments
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