#yer all gud!

[papabigtoes]

Hiiii bestie its me again, Sal's yume gf 💘💝🥰😳 I've been adjusting to new meds (IM ON XANAX.. not really teehee) so I haven't really been online. But Sal and I are still together, in my 💖 so okay. You wanted to know what we do on dates. Well when I was about 7 or 6 my older sister thought it would be funny to make me watch the exorcist, she was 15 and she hated my fat ass but anyway!!!! I developed a huge fear of being possessed. Since I wouldn't believe my mom that demons aren't real she told me okay why don't you try to be the demons friend? and basically for the rest of my life I became ## obsessed with the idea of possession and mind control. So that was probably stupid to share but anyway I like to imagine that our dates are sometimes more chill and cozy and we are at home eating dinner or watching movies because we want to be close and not around other people. Or if we go in public he sort of wears me like a flesh suit and he rides me like a horse and he possesses me. And I'm sort of just watching as Sal does things to or with my body. And it can be incredibly kind and confident and things I'd never do or incredibly humiliating and embarrassing but ultimately I submit to him because I know he loves me 🥰💘💖💝🥵 Salaca wants to be re born and I think being inside a human host body makes Sal feel safe and its like being cradled in the womb. And the fact that Sal never shows disgust or hatred for people with my body type (I'm a big gal) is very affirming for me!! I think he'd enjoy getting to walk around and experience a soft flesh suit. I've never really latched onto a fan character like Sal before but the idea of sharing my body with him and showing him that kindness and sometimes he's greatful sometimes he's mischevious is very appealing to me. Sometimes I even wear long sleeves under short sleeves so I can pretend he's creeping up my arm 🥵 by the way since you draw them as fish I had an idea like. Sal is a shark and Orlaag is one of those suckered that attach to them. Or a tongue eating parasite. I think it would be cute. This isn't a commission thing because I'm NEET but its just a suggestion for the future okay anyway thank you for my boyfriend Sal I love you byyyyeeee bestie 🎁💝💘💖🥰💞🙈💋💌💖💗😻👽

WHAT A READ YUMEANON.

glad you are feeling better and hope you are adjusting to your meds well!

Sal’s a demon - he doesn’t care about looks - he wants someone with a warm heart (…that he can steal for his own).

your suggestions for the fish are insanely close to future plans with those fish visions. I was considering a remora fish edgar to be stuck on Nathan’s back during a dream sequence… but I think a beluga would work better, since they are so damn smart. The parasite tongue sounds wicked - if I ever do that, I’ll credit you like i do with volunteered ocs as “yumeanon”.

[thegnomelord]

Shark Merperson reader is real gud.

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(HOLY FUCK. THANK YOU TO WHICH EVER ANON REQUESTED THAT BECAUSE I FUCKIN LOVE SHARKS.

Now Im thinking of a Price x Reader, because shars are the oldest species known to exist. Obviously sharks arent immortal, they've just been on this earth way b4 tress bloody existed.

So Im thinking the readers an eldritch creature, they represent sharks as a whole, as long sharks exsist they exsist. Heck they mights of even of been Prices mentor when he was in his draconic 100s? (Late 20s?).

Imagine Price missing his friend calls him up to see hows hes doing. Reader elated to meet an old friend, accepts the invitation to meets up with him. Reader definitely scolds him for lossing a wing, honestly is pertrified Price lost a piece of himself and thought he was retiring due to it. Cut ahort to him smacking him slap dab on the head when he learns he's lost it a long time ago and didnt tell him.

Cue wholesome interactions th 141 and etc. Heck maybe some romance with Price.

Just a blurb i had yo tell you abt)

Okay, this tickles my eldrich abomination trying to act human itch

CW:SFW, eldritch reader, kissing

Price knows you're there the second he steps onto the old wooden pier, able to smell seaweed and brine and something in the air — what he thinks the bottom of the ocean smells like, old rot of decaying whales and older heat of geothermal vents — the soft wind billowing his hair like the breathing of an elderly beast.

He knows you're watching him, passively at least, washed up mermaid purses dotting the beach to give you a glimpse of the world above the waves through the yolks vital for the pup's survival, able to dream of the warm sun and course sand while you slumber beneath the waves.

"Oi, ser, yer look like a wee lass waiting for her sailor." Soap's sharp voice cuts through the air, the werewolf far too energized for his own good, the sand in his fur not dampening his mood when he can just shake himself off and flick the grains on Simon.

"Hah," Price snorts, "Maybe I am." He tilts his head back to the sea, sharp eyes watching the breaking waves. "Time to wake up old friend." He mutters your mangled name under his breath, mortal lips and vocal cords unable to replicate your own voice.

The young ones in his team lack the sight needed to notice your form slowly rise from the sea like a submarine breaking through the ice, only the visible flicker of air and the receding water keying them in. Price old enough to see you without needing the inner surface of his skull to be dotted with eyes. Though even he sees your real form like a man having a stroke — vaguely familiar at first yet the details are undefinable — flesh and sea melding together without rhyme or reason, long strings of seaweed bearing miniature eyes with pups wriggling inside, cookie cutter sharks boring holes through finless corpses so long eel sharks may form ever reforming sinews, fossilized bone and old rock giving giving support to the massive insult to reality's laws; birth and life wrapped up in death.

You're an affront to logic. And with one sneeze from existence itself you're human standing in front of him.

Eerily human.

Perfectly human.

Almost.

"What the fuck?" He can faintly hear Gaz's voice, all of them only now noticing you stand where you weren't previously.

Your hand touches his back before he even registers you move, always slightly damp, "When did this happen?" You ask as you trace the spot where his wing used to be. "What did this?"

"And a 'hello' to you too sweetheart." He clasps a hand around your waist, purring softly in greeting as he pulls you closer to his chest. Even if he sees you once every few centuries, even if you don't possess the ability to reciprocate, his love for you is as youthful as it was when he was but a wyrm.

Your facial features remain neutral like the ones of sunken statues, but you blink, and for a few seconds he can see that yawning abyss in your eyes. "Hi." You say, your hand still tracing the bump created by atrophied flight muscles, trying to judge how fresh it is. "Explain."

Your tone sounds like a predator baring it's teeth, but he knows you wouldn't harm him. "In a lil' bit." He snorts, puts pressure on your back until he forces your legs to move. "Come, want you to meet my boys."

The introductions are odd on both ends considering you hadn't spoken with people other than Price since that Icarus of a passenger ship mistook your fin for an iceberg and they've never met an old one like you. But you like them, they compliment Price just like the small scale he gave you makes the pearls and gold offered to you through the ages shine more.

Even if your face is unreadable, somehow they can figure out you're not too amused when you hear he'd lost his wing during a mission. "I told you arrogance would cost you." You at least you can mimic a sigh as you rub your head, "At least you retired." You say,

"We wish!" Soap snorts before he can help it, and the next thing they hear is a horrific crack that has them jumping out of their skin.

Your head had whipped 180 degrees with the rest of your body remained in place, the laws of nature nothing more but blurry guidelines. "You. . .did retire?" You ask, voice like the roar of a whirlpool.

"About that," Price starts, unable to finish his thought as you slap him upside the head as if he's still the whelp who thought he could brave an ocean storm.

"You'll put me in the grave." You growl, holding him by the ear, words spilling from your mouth like seawater filling the empty bowels of a ship. "I swear your scaly hide hasn't learned a single thing-"

"Should we help?" Gaz wonders as they watch you chastise their captain like he's a boy.

"No, this is great entertainment." Ghost chuckles.

"Want me ta grab the popcorn?" Johnny ads, already snacking, tail thumping against Simon's leg and growling playfully when Gaz reaches for the snacks.

Eventually your anger relents, mood changing as swiftly as the tide. You spend the time they have left learning about the men he's chosen as his hoard. Kyle's a bit weary of you just due to his harpy nature, but soon enough you two can be found sitting on the pier and fishing, and if you purposely make the waves flow so a big fish snags on Kyle's line, Price never says anything about it, not when his boy has a smile as big as the sun when he looks at the gigantic fish flopping on his hook.

You attempting to help Soap cook the barbeque, but you're fine motor skills are rusty after all these years of slumber, so the food is slightly burnt but Price loves when his food's basically charcoal and eats it with a smile, especially as it keeps you from telling all the embarrassing stories you have of him, from when he got his ass bit by a squid to when he was so horny he ended up rutting against an extra curvy piece of rock, though the rest have already heard enough dirt to bury him for the next several decades.

Unfortunately for Price, you and Ghost hit it off like a house on fire, and Ghost ends up learning far too many ways to hurt people without killing them that most definitely are against the Geneva conventions but you pull seniority on it. Simon in turn, teaches you how to play cards, which, when you're literally a god that can see almost everything including your opponent's cards, means the shmucks Simon ropes into playing you and Simon end up with empty pockets.

As the sun stars to dip behind the horizon you wind up sitting next to Price by the fire, the others splashing in the water.

You feel his wing spread behind your back to pull you closer to him, "I missed this." He says, knowing you won't comment on the 'I missed you' hidden behind his vellum words.

"Last time we met like this Napoleon was still emperor." You hum, a small yawn escaping you, sharp tips of shark teeth peeking from human gums. "And you had two wings." You can't help but point out, making it clear you've not forgiven him about not informing you.

Price pointedly ignores your later comment, his hand tentatively, almost shyly, reaching down to sit on top of yours. "Afraid I'll forget about you?"

His pulse picks up when you shift your hand to hold his, fingers lacing together when you don't have a tail as a human. "You wait for me." You shrug, holding your free arm up, reality wheezing for a few moments before his scale is suddenly in your hand, shiny and unharmed just as it was when he'd given it to you all those years ago. "And I dream of you."

His eyes widen and heart melts, a purr rumbling in his chest "C'mere sweetheart," He rumbles and pulls you into a kiss, free hand holding your chin stable.

You taste of salt and blood, of chilling cold and boiling heat, of something ancient and familiar and Price drinks it all down like a babe, tongue licking in your mouth and fangs nibbling on your lip, feeling you respond, the touch of hungering god as soft as silk, just to him.

But he knows this won't last.

A shark has no reason to stay on land, and a dragon can't survive underwater regardless of how much he wants. Soon you'll return to slumber, and Price won't know when he'll see you again, if he'll see you again, or if you'll learn of his passing when your waves swallow up his ashes.

He doesn't notice the prickling in his eyes but you do, wiping a stray tear with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still wrapped around his. "Don't worry John," You say, statue features finally cracking into a small smile, "I'll stay for a little while." You say and lead him into another kiss, the other members of TF141 leaving you two to catch up on lost time...

[bimbo-travel-blog]

Now you see here! I will not stand for being objectified. Just because you call the hotel "The Hay Barn" doesn't mean I don't expect to be treated like a person and not some piece of meat. I have a name and it's certainly not "sweet cheeks". I'll have you know I'm a professional HAAAAAAWWWWWW!

Oh god I'm so sorry! I don't know why I HEEEEE HAAAAWWWWWW!

What's happinin' ta me? What do ya mean I'm gonna be a big jackass? I ain't... ahem. I am not anything of HEEEE HAWWW HEE HAWWWWW!

Golly I ain't feelin' right mister. Whadaya mean I get riled up when mah ass is comin' in? I just gotta itch in mah throat is all HAWWWWWWWWWWWW!

RIP

Wow tha one done knocked me on mah ass. Good thing I got all this paddin' down there. Silly me ripped a big hole in mah jeans though. So dang tight now. I might need some heEEEE HAWWWelp gettin to mah room. Mah pants is getting tighter every time that happens. Whatcha talkin' bout mah breedin' hips comin' in strong. I cain't think good right now. I gots git outta heEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!

RIP

Sweet Cheeks gud luck gettin’ out of town when yur talking like such a slut. For real gurl, you think any randy boy within a mile of that bray ain’t coming over to investigate and inseminate? Plz…

I mean for real, listen to yur dumb donkey heart babe. That bray is a cry from the deepest part of your harlot heart saying “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

And it’s sweet you know?

A total meet cute. A handsome farm boy, hears your sexy braying coming from the road. He goes out and finds your fat ass wobbling aww. Buck naked, and ready to Buck hips. And I mean let’s be honest. Even if yer fat ass wasn’t glowing in the moon light, he could still follow the drippy sloppy snail trail yer leaving behind you, or I mean, seriously that barn yard animal in heat smell.

I mean for real girl I work in an office with the sex-smelliest girls ya ever met and I can still smell your donkey stank through my computer. Wooooof!

But that’s okay Slut, yer one of us. Even if you is a stuck up skank about it. I mean srsly The Hay Barn?everyslutty knows that’s where low class donkey girls and Jackasses stay. 🙄 but okay yer a professional. But we don’t judge Sweet Cheeks, if yur keeping the neighbors up with yer HEE-HAAWING and peeling the paint off the walls with the smell of your hot donkey cunt, we support youuuu Kay? Weez a big lovin’ sisterhood here girl.

So run all ya want. Hightail it to the county like if ya gotta with your bare butt. Your heart will always belong home here with us.

HEEEE-HAAAAAAW!

[breakneck-battle-buff]

Heyyyyy sooo how do I find someone to practice pokemon battles with that's around my level? I keep getting stomped by 12 year olds :|

-@averagedualies

GET GUD, SCRUB!! Gettin' yer teeth kicked in is part a' the experience!

... ...

Nah, I kid, I kid. Ya want practice? Gym's are GREAT fer that sorta thing. They're bringin' in newbies ALL the time!

Lucky fer ya, Nimbasa's got one! Right next ta the theme park. Can't miss it.

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[weird-things-to-think]

Okay, so, like, let’s tawk abowt “tronkate.” Now, tronkatin iz a super fancy werd fer, like, cuttin’ stuff off. Like, wot ya doo wen ya got too much of sumthin an yer like “NAH, I don’t need ALL dat.” So ya just chop da end of it, like BLAH! Gone! Tronkate.

Now, sum peeple mite say tronkatin is "tech-nick-al." But nah! Tronkate is reel easy if ya got da right ideas abowt it. Like, let’s say u got a line of werds n it gose on n on n on, n yer brane is like, "NOPE, datz way too much!" So ya just tronkate it – snip snip! – now u got a lil’ piece insted of da hole big thing. Shorter, sim-pul-er, y’know? Like takin’ a looooong hotdog n choppin' it in haf so it fits da bun.

An tronkatin’ isn’t just fer werds n sentinces n stuff. Nope. U can tronkate numbrs too. Like say ya got 3.14159265358979...blah blah blah, n yer like, “NOPE, I ain’t got no time fer all dat.” So ya tronkate it, sayin “3.14” iz gud enuff, no need to be fancy. Itz da fast way ta math, reely.

So, lesson of today: TRONKATE means just TAKIN' STUFF n MAKIN' IT SMALLER cuz who needs ALL of it anyways?

[blackoutbloggerz]

YO what's good, it'z yer gud ole' buddy, Luxarro!!!! TELL YOU WHAT!! Follow this shii and BOOM you'll get some updatez on all SORTSA' stuff!!

Y'knoww, what I look like, what the legendary I'm chasing after lookz like, and the occasional shitpost!!! YA!!! SO!! I'll give ya a little sample of wat we've got; a- ......... oh starclan. you. YOUUUU....

UGH WATEVRR WE'LL WORK WITH IT!! Err.... we actually ain't got nuthin'...!!!

er.

ANYWAYZ!!! FOLLOW IF U WANNA SEE MOOOORE STUFFZ!!!!

eheh.. er.. Lekirov when I catch u.....

[ferrunough]

[A Spindagram live from forgelovesquinoa, though it doesn’t seem like a planned one. The phone’s camera is pointed at the floor, every second a little pink foot is shown. This can only mean one thing: Krullers has stollen Ferris’ phone.

They trot around the ongoing battle between a Golett and a Growlithe, weaving between spectators effortlessly to head inside the club host’s building. It’s a little community centre, only known thanks to a sign on the floor, laminated and painted over by children from earlier in the day. Footsteps that aren’t Krullers can be heard in the distance. They stop as they begin to fade out and words are spoken. Krullers, for all of this, stays on a beanbag they’d jumped onto.

“… Lass? Wa r y— wy y in ere?.. Cane, righ. Thank y… Y kay, Wisp? Took sum miehy its owt ther… A’m sorreh A’m no gud a this. Yer doin grea thou, aincha? Tha Ice Fang! … Yer havin fun, righ? Yeh, ‘course y r. A dun madda in this world, ‘s all fur y… Ey, brick ed! Wha’s tha fur?! … Wa, y sayin A do madda? Fair. Oo else wud y show off ta! Heh… Y can geh off mi nuw. A can feel y slob threw ma cloe— A can see y tail waggin! Y prowd ov yerself!? Heheheh. Ahhh, arigh, cahm on. Less geh us back n battlin. Ferris n bugalugs ain’t ere fur nywon else, y’know?”

(… Lass? What are you— why are you in here?.. Cane, right. Thank you. You okay, Wisp? Took some mighty hits out there… I’m sorry I’m no good at this. You’re doing great though, ain’t you? That Ice Fang! … You’re having fun, right? Yeah, of course you are. I don’t matter in this world, it’s all for you… Hey, brickhead! What’s that for?! … What, you saying I do matter? Fair. Who else would you show off to! Heh… You can get off me now. I can feel your slob through my clo— I can see your tail wagging! You proud of yourself!? Heheheh. Ahhh, alright, come on. Let’s get us back and battling. Ferris and buggerlugs ain’t here for anyone else, y’know?)

After hearing their nickname, Krullers sprints out the room still with the phone in mouth. Before they get far, they’re picked up by Ferris. He’s anxiously mumbling to himself as he takes the phone back and turns off the broadcast. ]

[overtale-mainverse]

Morrey: ..I don't even know what am I going to be in my life. But eh..life is life. Nothing good happens for the moment..I know..I'm still alive here..but meh. *She took a necklace ..the last thing from her mother* ..luck huh..my ass.

Crimson: … *Crimson frowned. She tucked her ball under her arm and sighed.*

Crimson: Life ain’t all about luck n’ fortunes. ’s how you take the unlucky things and throw it right back at life. Cuz, listen, I think ya got pretty good aim. *She put a hand on Morrey’s shoulder.*

Crimson: Life isn’t on everyone’s side. Not mine, not Roses’ and definitely not on Mauvey’s. But…look. We’s still thrivin’. I want ya ta do the same. Cuz I believe yer a very gud person. *She smiled softly.*

[da-devilish-devilboys]

Ya, simple prah-blems wit’ simple solutions, speks-

Yer rite. I don’ got da emotions to, not yet at least. But dammit if eye don’ know when someone’s makin’ a mountain outta a mole hill!

Ya know what- yu wanna know what eye really think dis is about? All’a dis?

Yu don’ want a better pantheon, not at da core of all of dis. Yer scared. Ya scared, an’ ya paranoid, an’ yer afraid yer gunna be forgotten- da same damn fears ya had when yu were a mortal like da rest’o us.

Now, I ain’t gunna stop ya. If yer really soooo dead-set on gettin’ rid’a all da otha’ gods, be my guest. I’ll stay outta’ yer way, Villains Honor.

But if ya find yer still as anxious as ya were before ya plans, don’ come cryin’ ta any’o us. Specially not me.

… eye got’s ta go. Eye promised one’a bizzyboys i’d meet up wit’ em up in mildread. Gud’ luck, Inspekta.

▷ Lighting up a ciggy. Puffpuff... breath out...

Maybe da Drain wasn't so bad aftah all. (At least den I felt like a good poison...)

▷ He whirls the Negapon in another hand, spinning it idly.

Ah well. Dat ship has sailed.

[inkz123]

Not sure if ya still do the expression meme and if these were already requested... Or if this is just too much (if yes 🙈 maybe just dream them?💘💘) But i just had this thought when i saw it:

2D for dream, 3B for nighty, 4A for... Not sure (Maybe cross, maybe kilker, maybe ink, would be all great! or maybe me~ lol 👀)

I just thought someone flirting with nightmare and dream sure is NOT happy about it... XD

So many gud ones to choose from, but I went with Noot and yer current pfp huhu ^^💖

The difference color makes haha

Nightmare Sans belongs to @jokublog

Original expression chart by @miss-mossball

[traveling-freebootah]

“Zagbad! You want to get into a proper scrap? I’ve got ‘Nids coming planetside and if you come and help, I’m sure I we can work out a payment. But it’ll be fun regardless!” Darius sends the radio transmission, silently hoping that Orks can even pick them up.

For a few moments, all that Darius would receive was unanswered silence, until the line suddenly was seized by static and cleared, revealing a familiar and very loud voice,

“Terrynidz ye say?! Hmmm, first dat’s KAPTIN Zagbad ta ye, n sekond I’z alwayz up fer a gud skrap! Ye bettah ‘ave da payment ready by da time I’z get dere, or it’z come’n outta yer jaw, HAH!” The line would cease after the laugh, and on Zagbad’s end he was preparing for a big trip.

[dabigmek]

Boss Nailz looked up as the sky lit white, devastating stabs of actinic flare punched through the cloud cover leaving tunnels of clear sky through which the stars could have been seen had he not have been temporarily blinded by the light.

The Humie ship in orbit was blasting away at the Mek constructs out on the plain, trying to reduce the Gargants, Stompas and other assorted Orky war machines back to the scrap they had come from.

Many beams were absorbed by the multiple layers of Bubble Force Fields generated by the Meks fancy machines, but just as many were getting through, creating explosions which rained deadly debris for hundreds of yards in every direction.

Nailz raised his slugga and roared as he emptied the full clip into the air, the scattering of Nobz and Boyz around him followed suit, and soon the noise of the bombardment was drowned out by the banging bark of small arms fire.

Not until a rocket, fired by his tankbusta boyz, plummeted back to ground pulping a handful of boyz did he start to wave his arms, calling off the futile fusilade.

"Dis iz no gud," he bellowed at the growing collective of Orks and Grotz. "We are neva gonna hit da ship from ere, stop wastin' yer bullitz."

Reluctantly, the boyz slowly lowered their weapons, looks of genuine sadness on their faces.

"We need ta get much hiya dan dis afore we can hit it, quick ladz, let's climb dat mountain."

With this, Boss Nailz set off at a jog towards the nearest mountain, some twenty or thirty miles away.

"Datz why yer da Boss," called out one of the Boyz, coming alongside, "all da bestest ideaz"

"An dontcha fergget it!" Answered Nailz with a grin.

[da-devilish-devilboys]

Oh nah nah yer gud’, I-i *sss*- don’ mind talkin’ ‘bout em.

An yeah, eye do actually. G-got one on da undah side o’ my arm, an’ dis weird like… y-shaped one on mah chest? G-goes all da way down ta mah stomach. I-i also got a s-stab-wound from when I was in j-juvie, hehe.

Huh….it’s actushally been a while since i’ve been to buzzhu-

WHAT DA DRAIN????????

[unreone]

Are cha intewested in seeing your character in mah style?

Do you wish to hav a crisp, HD quality artwork but cheap?

Did ja find my art so gud enuff that yer willing to support me financially!?

Well, bless your good heart and soul! I will be happy to draw for ya in a very great price :DDD

I present to ya my prices~

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[weird-things-to-think]

Well, let me tell ya bout dis wurd, "palaver." I dunno mutch bout it, but I figgered I'll splain it tha best I can wif what lil brane power I got. Buckle up, cuz dis gon be a wild ride.

Palavar: A Confuzing Wurd

So, first off, palaver iz like when peeple is talkin and talkin and talkin, and not reely sayin much. Ya know, like when Aunt Marge keeps goin on an on bout her kat Mittens havin a "speshul meown," an yer like, "Whut? Why we tawkin bout dis?"

It ain’t jus babblin fer no reezun. Nuh-uh. It’s like, when folks git all fancy an try to "negotiate" stuff but they jes end up chattin an flappin their gums. Thas wat palaver iz—spendin more time jawin than actuallee fixin stuff. Sum fancy folk sez it comes frum sum Afrika place where it ment like tradin wurds er sumthin? But who nose!

How Ta Palaver Lyke a Pro

If’n ya ever wanna palaver, herez a few tips:

Use Big Wurds: Don’t matter if’n ya know wat they meen. Jes throw em in there! “Indubitably,” “efferversent,” or even “spanktuary” work gud.

Tawk Real Slow An' Drawn Out: Make it seem like yer figgerin out somethin real komplercated, but reely yer jus wastin sum time.

Repeat Stuff: Cuz repetishun is how ya make things sound importent. Also repetishun.

Iz Palaver Useful?

Not reely. But it’s entertanein. Sum folks dun even know they doin it, an’ they kin go on for hours. You can’t git a wurd in edgways wif em. If ya evur meet one of dem folks, best advice? Jes nod an say, “Ah, I see,” or “Indubitably,” cuz it makes ya look smart, two.

Why I Wrote This (I Ain't Sure)

So dats all I got ta say bout palaver. Hope it cleerd stuff up sum. I ain't no fancy-dancy scholur, so if'n ya need more info, best luk it up yerself.

But remember: if'n ya keep jawin an sayin nuthin, yer prolly doin sum palaverin!