dansulani scripsit:

>     But seriously, have you heard of  "Boontling", spoken
> in the Anderson valley in California?

Boont's been harped about on the list dubs or thribs.  Here's a tale in
a "moderated" variety of the ling, adapted for brightlighters' understanding:

Brightlighter n eeldm piked straightnecky moshe from Frisk to fogeater
region for buckeyin on thribble dee, greymatterin to seep fratty in the
Land of the Beeson Tree on the pike.  Moshed through Boont, needeekin
n neeshyin, deekin' for frattey nooks.

Pikin n Mason-Dixon, n KEEBARL!  Moshe piked shaggish.  "Serowlsh!" springkneed
kimmie, n shied pikin for parkin on muzz creek.  Loglifter dee before, n ground
was neeble.  Brightlights deeked on moshe, n harped, "Tire's strung, moshe's
stook," on eeldm.  "I'll pike to Boont, deek for a walter levi, n harp dear
Charlie on a de-arkin moshe."

Another kimmie piked up to harp or help.  The bahl Boonter japed
brightlighters to Boont with beamer n bohoik, n when brightlights reached
for his ose pocket, Boonter shied before kimmie could harp on higgin.

Brightlighters teleefned de-arker, n piked to Buckhorn gorm n horn sale.
Osed down in hornin region, n harped on the kimmie for dubs Boont
steinbers.  Horned a slib, then a rauncher, n with socker almittey, harped
"Eee-Tah! Boont region frattey's bahl, but Boont steinber's bahlness!"
Eeldm harped "Yibe, neepikin neemer."  They higged on a sluggin nook at
hewtle, n shied briney region for Boont Region.

Thribful dees, piked n deeked on bahl Boont region, hornin n gormin,
higgin n harpin, burlin n bohoikin.

Sundee, as ol sol piked to dusties, they shied Boont Region, straightneck
re-cloddied.  "We'll pike back," kimmie harped n eeldm.  "Earth," dame
harped back, "Boont's wee n ridgy, but plenty bahl."

And so it is.  I regret to state that Chipmunk (mundanely Robert C. Glover,
born 1921 and one of the most enthusiastic second-wave Boont speakers)
piked to the dusties on October 2, 2003.

And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening
beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from
inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding
and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic
tenebrous ultimate gods --  the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul
is Nyarlathotep. (Lovecraft) John [log in to unmask]