A long time ago, over 40 yrs at least, a friend and co-worker, easily 20 years my senior, came to work with his mouth wired shut, still recovering from a bad landing. We were all gathered around him, struggling to understand him, and all wanting to welcome him back to hear the details of his recovery. He was full blood Cajun, so we had to listen closely even when his mouth was not wired shut. All the nurses were beautiful and held his hand when face down getting his temperature taken. "OooWeee!" “Yea, and then i needed some coffee, too,” He say ).( He swallows hard, and tells about the funnel, hose and butt bone, speaking as best he could from between his teeth, shaking his head, and looking at the ceiling as if counting his lucky stars. Nurse assures him it is not hot, while smearing a plenty of something nice. Nurse gets him all hooked up, holding the funnel up just under her nose, she begins to pour it in for him.
“Butt Oh My", he shouts, ”Stop, Stop! Nurse! Nurse! Please, More sugar! "
An, dat is dde truth, he say, if i ever told it to you.