djadonis206 wrote:Me: Wazzup dawg
Friend: whuuuut uuuuup?
Me: nothin' chillin, waz crackin'
friend: nothing, chillin, whut up wit you!
Me: ah man laying low, trying to do that, you?
friend: I'm at the spot right now, what up wit you?
Me: you know, chilling right now, let me call you back.
Friend: aight, hit me later
Me: aight, peace dawg
That's how 90% of my phone calls go.
Or in pukka:
<ring>
B: Halloa?
A: Greetings, Vicar. This is Lord Basil Metabolism speaking.
B: Respectful salutations, Lord Basil. And how is Lady Basil this fine day.
A: Unfortunately she is incommoded at present with a severe bout of the grippe and sundry attendant vapours, the physician is even now applying a flaxseed poultice to her membrane.
B: Deuced inconvenient that. Please speedily convey my sincere wishes for her earliest convalescence.
A: That I shall. And how do you find yourself, Vicar?
B: With a compass and map that I keep nearby for just such an eventuality.
A: Well, I must anon be off. I pray that you have enjoyed our parley as much as I myself.
B: There is no question but that it is so. Good day to you.
(With apologies to J P Donleavy.)