Growing up in Kingswood, I naturally have the Somerset accent that plagued the generations before me. The hatred of pronouncing the letter 't' shining brightly through.
Moving down to Weston-super-Mare in 2007, my accent has deteriorated but its still there to the point I gained the nickname 'Somerset' in secondary school.
Most of my vocabulary I have picked up over time mainly started of with me saying it ironically as a joke and now I can't stop. This has been a case with 'yo', 'wazzup', 'yolo' and 'swag' and I mentally kick myself whenever I say them.
Like most teenagers, my speech is littered with explicit language but I personally take it a bit too far by throwing them around as adjectives and a personal love for using 'as dicks' for accentuating words.
I have a natural lisp so, in combination with the accent (and that I talk at mach speed), most people find it difficult to understand what I'm saying. On top of that, I have a habit of using as few words as possible with many contractions and acronyms. You could say I'm a sadistic towards people listening.
The only real way to summarise my idiolect is as a fast paced mess, that's generally offensive and that I hate more than you.
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