“You can sell a jar of likker when you cain’t sell a bushel of taters.”Continue reading
Now that we’ve gotten past our 15 minutes of fame (or was it infamy?) brought on by being slanderously maligned in The New Yorker, it’s time to get back to the business of “reveling in the New South and wrasslin’ with the Old.” And what better way to do that than a new Twanglish Lesson?Continue reading
“It’s a heady thing to have someone’s entire life story dumped in your lap while standing in frozen foods.”
Read Wayne Franklin’s account of his encounter with a down-on-his-luck Southern man at “the Walmarts.”Continue reading
Twanglish Lessons is your guide to the Official Language of the South. Remember, it’s not English; it’s Twanglish.
We’ve all heard about the kind of spell that a witch or wizard might cast on someone to say, turn them into a toad or make them go see a Michael Bay film. But we Southerners have our own types of spells: one good, one bad.Continue reading