First crack at internet access that hasn’t been entirely consumed by uploading sound files. So I have a true story for you.
My folks come from an island in the Bay of Fundy. Island folk are rather insular, sometimes even xenophobic, and they have their ways.
Some of them are quite the characters, colourful like you don’t see everyday for sure.
One of these was Poopy Small. My uncle told me how Poopy got his nickname. I’ll leave those schoolyard details to your imagination, but it stuck even after he was all grown up and a grandfather to boot.
One time when Poopy was not feeling entirely like his nickname if you get my drift, he was so uncomfortable that he visited the crusty old island doctor for relief.
The doc told Poopy to take some suppositories and come back in a week.
Doc: How’d those suppositories work for you, Poopy?
Poopy: (whiny old man voice)You know doc for all the good they did me, I might just as well have stuck them up me arse.
