For as long as I can remember, I have not been able to figure out how people fake accents. Believably. Over the years I’ve grown to understand how people can fake cry, or make out with a costar and pretend they’re in love, but accents? Nope. Don’t get it.
Unless I’m a little drunk. And it’s 2007 and Flight of the Conchords is on television and I’m in the back of a cab saying Bret and Jemaine over and over.
My alcohol-infused New Zealand accent? Dead on. I mean maybe not as good as these kids and their American but what do you expect.
