So someone just give the Smiffsonian in Warshington a million bucks to “preserve recordings of endangered languages”?
Zarrite? Is anyone looking up 95, hon?
From Norf Abnew to Dundock, we got our own endangered language, right here in Bawlamer, Merlin.
Not to sound ignert, but we can use some of that million. No need to waste it on Yerp.
This is the city of paramours and farn gins, of corm beef and chimleys, of Litlitlee and the oh-REE-oles, of the Beeno Railroad and Bethlum Steel.
Send us some of that money, hon, less’n you want aig on your face.