Model Dictionary of Wexford Slang, Saaaaaan
Oh Bidda Lort Harry!
“Alri Saaaaaan! Oh Bidda Lort Harry deeese Rissoles are quare good lad! I was rotten drunk down d’aarbor when some e-Git started on me, so I tolt him dat his ma was dog rough but she had a fine set of Larries all the same. He was raygin’, you should have seen the head on him. He said he was going to break me face, so I hit him a box and I kicked the heart and soul out of him after. That’ll learn de girl’s blouse a lesson he’ll never forget like lad!â€
If you can read the above paragraph, and understand it, then you are probably Wexican. If not, it has been carefully translated for you as follows…
“How are you my friend… Oh my goodness, these deep fried battered herby potato balls are extremely tasty my good fellow. I was beyond inebriated down on the harbour when some intellectually challenged person started abusing me verbally, so I told him that his mother was very ugly indeed but she had very nice breasts to make up for it. He was extremely annoyed with me, his face said it all. He told me he was going to inflict physical harm on my countenance, so I gave him a punch and I continued beating on him indefinitely. That will teach the feeble excuse
