Once't upoon a time, der was a wee lass name o' wiz. As cute as a button was she, wit her hair all a pincurled and sucking on a
tootsie pop. She wandered down the corner pub for a pint, but being as she was unly 7 yars from bein'a gleem in her dear ol' dads eye, the beertender
said "ha'ya gots sum identificationals me dear?" nuh-uhh "Well, then off yah lass!" he said. But being the impish little drunkard, she
said "aw feck off with yah!" and stuck her tootsie pop in his drink and gave it a swirling dervish, knowing he wouldn't want it now that it be
having little girl cooties and such. "Hmmm, yannow....that tootsie poop stick is a might more handy than a spoon, and I can be throwing the damn thing oot
instead o' washin' it, too." said the beertender. So he let her have his drink, and poort himself another, whilst they tried to come up wit a name
for this magicalistic new stirrin' devicle. Well, of course she drank him unter the bar and damn near under the earth tisself, god rest his soul, so they
named it the wizzlestick.