Imagine yawh a dee-ah. You’re prancing alwong, ya get thahsty, you spot a little brwook, ya put your little dee-ah lips down to the cwool cleah watah… BAM! A fucking bullet rips woff part of yer head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would ya give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot ya was wehring?
Legal Brooklynese: Young man or young person. A youth.
That’s Old Brooklynese, not Nu Brooklynese.
I’m in my late 20s - born and raised in Brooklyn. Brooklynese is alive and well in my area.
Although I will say one thing: there used to be a portion of a Brooklyn accent where “oil” became “earl.”
So, toilet became “t-earl-et.” Olive oil became olive earl.
That aspect is on its way out. Only old timers say that - and they’re few and far between.
Imagine yawh a dee-ah. You’re prancing alwong, ya get thahsty, you spot a little brwook, ya put your little dee-ah lips down to the cwool cleah watah… BAM! A fucking bullet rips woff part of yer head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would ya give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot ya was wehring?