by CorvusTurrim777
I can't remember a story in this vein that made me actually laugh with merriment, good job!
I was afflicted with the Devil’s Arse once. The town’s physic had me gargle leeches and wear onions on my feet. That didn’t do a damn bit of good so I went to a cunning woman the next county over, and she said I had to sit naked on a fairy mound for a fortnight.
Well I found this little hill in the middle of the forest and hunkered down for the required time, only to find my arse no less bedeviled. I went to vent my spleen at the cunning woman — literally, mind you — and she called me a daft bazoom, saying she had spoken euphemistically, and that I had to rub nethers with a lady of the fey. So I did.
To this day, Tinkerbell will not return my calls.