The more I interact with people the more clear it becomes that most people aren't much more than slightly evolved chimpanzees who have mastered spoken communication. Maybe mastered isn't the right word.
Yesterday I was listening to my cellmate talking to some kid who's dialect was puzzling to say the least. There was a bouquet of Pennsylvania redneck, mixed with equal parts suburban gangster and some sort of Jar Jar Binx-ish madness.
I asked him: Where did you get a vernacular like that?
He snorted: I ain't got one.
My reply: Well played young man, you win this round.
He was as confused as I was entertained.
Terwilliger Bunts One, indeed.