Many years ago I knew someone who had a slight speech impediment, he was also a bit an arse. You know the type, had to have the biggest motor, talked about it all the time, likes to tell you what his house was worth etc etc.
Anyway he had a big shed built in his back door and unlike any normal person he called it his shummerhouse (summerhouse).
One warm summer Monday morning we had the age old conversation, started by "what did you get upto at the weekend?".
I probably answered something like "watched St Murn get beat, couple of pints, ordered a chinese meal".
Arse boy proclaimed "me and the wife had a shit in the shummerhouse".
Made me laugh, still makes me laugh, made me laugh and still makes me laugh indeed.