Crotchfruit, n., a child or children. (Often derogatory.)
As punishment for irregularities with her Canadian visa and seventeen previous lifetimes of evildoing, my sister is substitute-teaching in our home town. Unlike San Franciscans, Irish breeders are keeping up the numbers.
“I taught 30 four-year-old crotchfruits today,” she wrote. “They were ick. They kept wanting to hold my hand. And I think one of them had a yeast infection; she kept scratching herself.”
I passed on this touching story to my co-worker, L.
“Crotchfruitflies?” she speculated.
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Crotchfruit is bad enough!
Crotch… , flies…, crib…: Now wasn’t that worth waiting for?
So glad to see you back.
Welcome back Dervala! I hope we won’t have to wait as long for your next post 🙂
I’m confused. I though your sister was in India. But there again, confused is my default setting.
Hi guys! I have three more half-chewed posts that I’ll work on this weekend. Good to be back.
You could have asked me first, nutbags all. 😉
Glad your still all around in plenty.
Somewhat new to Ireland, I assume crochfruits evolve into gurriers.
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