My parents don't believe in naming children before they are born. With my brother and sister and I they wanted to wait to see what we looked like before they gave us names so that they could give us something appropriate. I was born with a full beard, wearing slacks and suspenders so when my mom asked my dad what name I looked like he said, "A man, duh."
My sister's name is beautiful blue-eyed super-race and my brother's is fetal alcohol syndromeo.
One of our deepest darkest family secrets is that I had a baby brother but he died mysteriously just a few days after he was born. His name was Half-Black Milkman.
April 28, 2007
New Yucks
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
6 comments:
You have inherited the "pathological liar" genes, I see.
You were named before you were even conceived.
But did you think the jokes were funny? That's all the matters.
And wait a second, my name up until I was born was Emily Rose and they changed it at the last minute. That's the story I heard. What did you hear? And they didn't even know what I was going to be! If I was a boy it was going to be Devon Patrick.
and it isn't pathologicaly lying if it is a joke.
I was pathologically lying.
The real story is that you WERE a boy, Devon Patrick.
Devin. Devin! Not Devon. And now we know it could have been your girlie name anyway. Like that chick on Mysocalledlife. Although she was a Devon. And so was Brain. We should rename Ailsa "Beautiful blue-eyed super-race." Or perhaps that's what "Ailsa" will come to mean. Over time.
Post a Comment