According to Robin Williams, the Brooklyn alphabet is
"F***ing A, f***ing B, f***ing C......
Here is a link to a man speaking Brooklynese asking a woman out for a date, which I think is funny http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcnhyQnukYI&feature=related
For the record, Steve didn't ask me out for a date in the way that this man on the video asks out his date. He doesn't use the Brooklyn alphabet often. The only traces of Brooklyn is the bizarre way he pronounces water and Florida and his insistence that Marry, Mary and Merry are pronounced differently from each other. Oh, he also refuses to say the midwest term 'pop' for soda. He hates the way we say it.
In September 2008, I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer, a huge shock to me. Within you will find my journey into the scary world of cancer and my struggles to emerge from it.
Friday, December 10, 2010
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