When i moved to Tennessee at age 17 to go to college it seemed I had to learn a whole new language. Poke for sack, Carry for take, Sooner for dog, Larapin for delicious, Coke for any soft drink,You needed to do the worsh and get it hung in case there were thunder shars. The leasten was the youngest child. Dinner on the ground was a pot luck at the church and a buck toothed child could eat punkins through a barbwar fence. Just to name a few. My roommate from Kentucky said dorter for daughter. What don't come out in the worsh will come out in the dryer. You'll get glad in the same pants you got mad in.