"My y'all is urban!"*

During a tickle fight, after I have tried to deflect an attack from Ben:
BEN: Oh, don't you try your fancy moves on me. I'm from the *street.*

All tickling stops, and I look at him.

ME: The *street*? Ben, the "street" you grew up on was not even numbered until after we started dating.

BEN: Yeah, I know. But, still, they wouldn't let me ride my bike at night.

ME: Yeah, probably because there is nothing resembling a streetlight in your 'hood.

Circa 1998. After he had broken away from the mean *street* of Tabor.

*This is stolen from Rick, my Chicagoland friend living in the South.