I guess I'm an anomaly... I've lived in the South all my life and somehow escaped the peculiarity of turning one syllable into three or four. The number after nine is TEN, not teeeyyyyiiin, and gosh golly, I write with a PEN, too. I have even been accused of Not Being a Southerner because I don't have what most people consider The Accent.

Get a couple of beers in me though, and all bets are off. :-)

I used to work with a lady from Richmond, VA. She didn't say warsh, but she had a funny way of saying water. It sounded like "wooter."

One of Mister's friends in the wilds of Indiana talks like a hillbilly, so to speak. He's lived there all his life. He says "poosh" instead of "push."