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Ever since I became aware of the Freeper Nation, something in the back of my brain kept sparking some long lost association. I couldn't put my finger on it until yesterday.
Years ago, my father had a bunch of "party records": Shelly Berman, Lenny Bruce, comedians we youngsters weren't supposed to hear. In the midst of these vinyl treasures was a purported British radio broadcast of a farting contest. It was pretty funny, the British champ being challenged by an Australian upstart. Of course, hearing the two contestants square off was quite hilarious, especially since the broadcasters had names and assigned scores for all their assorted farts. Well, the 1-point fart--as in the shortest of duration and least impressive--was the "freep". I can still hear the British announcer describing the champion's routine: "There's a freep, and another, and another...."
And if a freep is a fart, then a Freeper would necessarily be a farter.
BTW, as I recall, the champ lost because he pooped in his pants in the last round.
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