It was a day like no other, we were sitting around the dinner table, and physically could not eat any more poutine. So we wrapped it up and put it in the fridge. Later I asked my friend want some poutin? (You know kinda play with words.) It sounded gross, so we called this frozen poutine, poutin. So this poutin looked like CRAP, but we ate it, and then that night we came up with diffrent definitions, so thats how poutin became a diharea-ey, jello-ey, like substance. About a month or so later, we though it would be an appropriate name for this charater, the poutin.
