I always liked those verbal shortcuts.

In my hometown we have a ton of local ones. A lot of them from a long passed resident named Burton. He had some kind of fever/disease when he was a child and it kind of put his mind off kilter. But he was an ornery and beloved member of the community.

Examples:

He learned how to count to 100 but didn't get some of the nuances. Since there were forty, sixty, seventy, eighty, and ninety.... the other variations of 10 melded into the same mold. Onety, twoty, threety, etc... His favorite gun was his "twoty-two with the hammer back".

Being not quite of sound mind, others who were touched a bit in the head scared him. One of them, George, got into an argument with him in the gas station one day. George started chasing him around the station. Burton picked up a chunk of firewood on his way around the station and clubbed poor George in the forehead when he rounded a corner.... wonder it hadn't killed him. In his own words he had "big oaked the SOB". And "big oaked" entered the local vocabulary.

He couldn't say friend... you were a fick. A good one was ficky-Joe.

He couldn't pronounce Zickafoose... it was Buckafick. Rookstool was Wooktool.

I could go on for hours.

Will