want some cawfee?
I've been thinking about my accent.
For years, I would swear to anyone who asked that I do not have a Long Island accent. Deny, Deny, Deny.
So here it is. I do have an accent.
I say mawl instead of mall. I say cawfee instead of coffee.
Yea, I go to the mawl with my dawter to have some cawfee and tawk. You should hear my when I'm on a cursing streak. I sound like something that crawled out of a South Shore sewer.
Go ahead guys, my threat to kill you if you told is cancelled.
It's a curse to sound like MaryJo Buttafuco. At least I don't act like her. Yet.
Don't come near my husband, bitch.