"you all" is two words, "aunt" is said like you're referring to a bug, "jumbo" is fucking delicious, and we come from the best place on earth to come from. I've discovered a new piece of pittsburghese, though. "Sko". "Let's Go", pittsburghed. Anywhere on the planet, you can walk into a bar (or a pub, or a cafe, or whatever they call the local place that should serve Arns and Yingalings but doesn't), and say "Sko Stillers!", or "Sko Pens!" or (less commonly) "Sko Buccos!", and at least one bearded, swarthy-lookin motherfucker will stand up and cheer. The Stiller Nation is there. We're everywhere. Not as nomads, moving camp to follow the buffalo. We're undercover agents, in all the great cities of the world, and you'd never know it was us until you saw the mario lemieux rookie card, or the photo of art rooney, or the small shrine kept to roberto clemente. But show up anywhere on the planet with a sixer of iron city, and you'll meet a man without a heart. He left it on the top of mt washington
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