This job is killing me today. Nothing works. I’ve spent three hours sitting here, trying to make it work. I dassn’t check my blood pressure.
The way things are going, I’d have to be crazy to write anything but a very brief post just now. So consider this an experiment, just trying to find out if it’s going to work. If it does, I can proceed to Joe Collidge. Fingers crossed…
Ah, I haven’t heard (or seen) the word “dassn’t” used in years — and today I saw it TWICE on your blog! I’m drawn back to my Bronx youth…. 🙂
But I always thought it was spelled “dassen’t.” Is that a regional variant between the Bronx and New Jersey? 🙂
Please, I’m trying to keep my head from exploding…
Where else did you see it?
I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that (gulp). But after diligent backtracking through everything I’d read today, I found it — not in a post that you did today, but in one from 2017 that you linked to in today’s post of the same name, “The Progressives’ Guide to Talking to Regular Americans,” 27 Jan 2017. The sentence was: “(Leaked to this blog by someone who dassn’t give his name)”
Ain’t research grand? 😉
Bottlenecks suck. Press on, brother. The race belongs to the strong.