Knew a fellow named Aldo years back. (He had pulled all but one of his own teeth with a pair of plyers according to his wife. Just thought I'd mention that. Oh yeah, after a bottle of vodka.) Anyway, he would say, "Son uh muh bitch" when it struck his fancy as it often did. He was a bartender-cook at a small hotel in the Catskills where I often went to play pool. Aldo and I got to know each other the course of three summers and I decided that the day had come to teach him how to say it properly. I left that afternoon after a dozen beers with him (winning all but two games of pool)and a few hours of teaching--well, that son uh mah bitch got me saying it his way and I have been ever since. I expect Aldo has passed on now, but please know if you read this Aldo, that when I get pissed I use your magic phrasing.