I dearly wish I could speak the way I write. Were you to have a conversation with me you’d be taken aback by how I sound.
This struck me today when, in conversation, I said:
“Sgunna beyah bad winner.”
As I walked away I beat my self up about these specific phrases, in order.
“Gunna? Going to. What is wrong with me?”
(I walked a few more steps.)
“Actually it was S’gunna. That’s even worse.”
(A few steps later)
“Winner? Win-ter. How does anyone understand what I’m saying?”
In context, we had been talking about the impending ice storm, so my friend probably understood me, as it is indeed going to be a bad winter (or alternatively, sgunna beya bad winner).