Happy Poem

I love Steven.
He is gorgeous.
You should see the triceps on him.
I would eat him.

The End.

Arms on him..
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Tyrone, Tyrone, you’re not on your own

I fricking love Castlederg accents. I love the dialect and colloquialisms. I love not being able to pronounce one syllable words in less that two syllables and the over use of elongated vooooooooweeeeeels. I think it's awesome that we say 'Sir', 'hi' and 'like' at the beginning, middle and end of every sentence. I think it's great when we refer to fellas as 'cubs' and girls as 'cuddys'. I especially love it when people exclaim 'Boys a dear, its a while handlin hi!' at everything and anything. I love eating 'purdies' instead of 'potatoes.' I love knowing that when someone talks about going to the 'bog', they're talking about going to cut turf, not the toilet. I love being able to call people 'stokes' and complain about things being 'stokey'. I love the countryside. I love the idioms that come with being a part of that world. I love not changing the way I speak for anyone. I love embracing where I come from and never being ashamed of it.

Conversley, I hate it when certain 'city' types think they're an advanced form of species and constantly rip the piss out of 'cultchies' and the way we 'lower beings' speak.
I hate it when people from the countryside lose who they are and conform to everything the city asks of them. BE YOURSELF!!

In all fairness though, I have to concede that the Belfast accent is pretty darn hotttt! I'm quite partial to the old Dunmurry accent myself but at the end of the day "its good but its not right". Lets face it, there's only one man to beat..

..Roy Walker..give me a call ;]














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