Sunday, November 15, 2009

ONCE AGAIN IT’S TIME FOR “FROM CRAPCHAS – TO CRAP TRAILER TRANSLATIONS”








Did you know those stupid Crap-chas we always misspell when we try to leave a comment on a blog or fill out a stupid registration on the internet - they actually have a purpose in life besides beings a sharp thorn up the ass?




Yep! crap-chas are really mysterious translating codes from the underworld!  and when you take some crap-chas and string em' together it breaks the code and magikally translates that
word-salad mumble jumbo nonsense that the trailer people use to communicate with each other ...and aliens - and assembles it into a semi-coherent thought for the rest of the non-trailer world! 


This is how it works. Crap-chas harness their translating powers via the night sky in the midwest and bounce their radiowaves off the antenna of the biggest mobile home in a trailer park that can be beemed in via their neurotransmitters.  and ZOW! -  just like that- we now SEE first hand and comprehend the things those trailer folk having been trying to say, and in some cases - yell, at the nascar drivers on t.v. every race season for the past 300 years...


Want another example?  ok...
here are three crap-chas taken from three different website comment areas...(the ones I have here are random crap-chas that popped up in the place of the 3 preceding crap-chas i spelled wrong)











laries.  triver.  sledit

hmmm....if you say them really fast 3 times - it almost sounds like a more advanced DIALECT of trailer-lingo huh....anyway...but we're not in a mobile and we're not under a night sky - there's no way for the crap-chas to harness their powers in conditions like this...DAMN!  I guess we're screwed.....oh wait...


i forgot my secret weapon -  Mr. whizzerd!  "Oh mr whizzerd" ARE YOU HERE?  "Mr. Whizzerd?" (where is that loser?)


pooooof!!

wizbitch  









(of course i do – it’s in a trash can behind Billy Rico's whiskey still (as usual) and i think you’re mistaking me for your MOMMA! (bitch)






(Pooofff!)












OK  - I GOT ER' DUN




YAY! Behold the CRAP-cha magik....! -


The 2009 unabridged edition of TRAILER-SPEAK allows:




ANY SPELLING OF A PROPER NAME THAT CAN BE IDENTIFIED PHONETICALLY AS AUTHENTIC - “LARIES” PHONETICALLY IS “LARRY’S” – SEE THIS TRAILER MALE IS A SMART UN!

THAT “THE RIVER” IS WHERE MOST OF THE TRAILER ELITE WASTE THEIR TIME, WELFARE MONEY and  BRAIN CELLS. HENCEFORTH THE IDIOM “T’RIVER” BECOMES "THE RIVER"

THE IDIOM “SLED IT'” IS THE UNIVERSALLY RECOGNIZED REDNECK DRUNKS WAY OF COMMUNICATING “SAID IT” IN BETWEEN GRABBING HIS SISTERS ASS AND VOMITING INTO A NASCAR KFC COLLECTORS ITEM CHICKEN BUCKET.  SO "SLED IT IS REALLY "SAID IT"



So boys and girls - what is the deep message in this case, that's being relayed from one red-neck to another?  

It's easy to deduce that in this situation this message is in regards to a family "situation" between husband and wife (or brother and sister as the case may be...)  -

"I dun SLED IT (said it) to you twyce now Iris Pauline! I wern't able to make yer Momma's fun'rel becuz I got my truk stuk at LARIES (Larry's) whilst we wast a'drinkin' Budlite at "TRIVER" (the river). So shut yer yap woman!"

SO there you have it!  A sentence spoken in the quaint little dialect known as Trailer-Speak, whose message was hidden from us by the universe for millions of years -  but is now revealed and is understood by the rest of us! (well....sort of)



kidleash

2 comments:

  1. I didn't need The Wizzerd's help. I live by people like this!

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  2. Ah but I know my friend - I based this little ditty upon that very fact. (Did i catch their true contenances in my photoshopping though?)

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