A little vocabulary à la lyonnaise

‘So there I was, after I’d mâchonné (eaten up big), my embuni (belly) ready to explode with gratons (pork scratchings), on the sides of the Croix-Rousse (hill in Lyon), starting to japiller (yap on) like a gone (big kid). Not like a galapiat (boor) only good for giving people the embiernes (shits), but like a real d’Yon (Lyon native), all flapi (loose) after having corgnolé (downed) a good barreille (large barrel) of Beaujolais. Nom d’un rat (swear to God), my clavettes (joints) are completely détrancanées (unhinged), ready to tomber en faïence (fall apart).