Hmm.
due to being laughed at for myaccent i hade a ai write this paragraph about it cause im to lazy too

uhhmmmm *flash back to meand mybuddy driving dirty @ss cars in a rich people place with redneck music blasting at 8 30 pm* nothing....
uhhmmmm *flash back to meand mybuddy driving dirty @ss cars in a rich people place with redneck music blasting at 8 30 pm* nothing....
It’s got a touch of my hometown, something California girls love. Some folks make fun of it, but I don’t care—it’s just the way I talk. Slows down after a few beers, gets loud when I’m cheering on the Aggies. Sounds like my daddy, never cusses around my mama, and has words you wouldn’t know unless you’re from down yonder. The man upstairs gets it, so I don’t try to fix it. It’s slow like Texan red dirt roads, sweet when I’ve got someone to love, and proud as hell. I don’t fight it—I just live the way I talk.