The time has come for me to subject you all to the origin of calling our puppy Lemmy “Fruit Bat Stuffs.”
1. Shortly after getting Lemmy, the boyfriend remarks on the puppy’s resemblance to a fruit bat.
2. Soon, in response to common rhetorical pet-directed queries such as, “Whatcha doing, Lemmy?” the boyfriend begins answering back in the voice of the dog, which sounds a bit like a Muppet version of a weasily, sniggering 1940′s gangster (I’ll allow you to conjur that in each of your minds as you will), “Nuthin’- just fruit bat stuffs.”
This, of course, is a play on the following internet meme:
And no, I won’t be insulted at all if you start feeling sorry for me right about… NOW.
3. He also begins singing Foghat’s “Slow Ride” as Lemmy’s headbanger anthem, with the words “slow” and “ride” replaced by “fruit” and “bat.” Fruit bat… take it easy… And so on.
4. Yes, I know. Let’s just move on, shall we?
5. Somehow, through relentless inter-house nudge-winking overuse, this scintillating banter is condensed. In time, we eliminate the internet nerdy bullshit joke and go straight for the easy punchline jugular: thus Lemmy becomes Fruit Bat Stuffs.
6.
FIN.
No, no need to thank me. I’m just here to make the world a better place one blog post at a time.
