- The names of all people we've dated or been married to.
- Names of Em's really irritating students.
- All my past pets. (Pecos, Sassy, Regis, Sparky, Kramer, Grab-ass)
- The odd names. (Hunter, Levi, Kodiak, Buford)
- All colors. (Violet, Fucia, Rose, Chartreuse, etc.)
- Weather terms. (Sunny, Rayney, Wendy, Updraft, Coldfront)
- All the months. (April, June, May, October)
- The name Mike.
- Peter
- Paul (ball)
- Richard (duh)
- Delores
- Chuck
- Maryola
- Rock (or Brock, or Jock)
- Deaver (or Weaver)
- Venus
- Moobie
- Rick
- Festicle
So it's down to either Phillipe or Sue.
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On my last post, you may have gotten the impression I was under the influence. Actually, the only crack I was exposed to was the crack of dawn. I guess you write some really goofy shit when the sleeping meds start kicking in.
At least I didn't impart upon you my theory about each atom being its own universe.
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Tonight, Ella's spending the night with Uncle Dave and Aunt Emily. She has been a great visitor. We played with my computer, where she stumbled across a few new mathematical parodoxes, studied the properties of a mobius strip and discussed Mahavira's theorem on a college message board. She's still a rookie, but learning fast.
While she was doing that, I was making her Winnie the Pooh toy hump her Tigger toy. We all have our comfort zones.
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I went to a Cardinals game with a few guys last night. We lost EIGHTEEN to ONE. The Astros basically took batting practice.
Next time this particular group of guys are together, I'm going to propose a drinking game. Every time Ada (an Englishman) makes a reference to the game of soccer, we all drink. When I check email on my phone, we drink. When Scuba Steve plays air guitar, we drink. When Cornett... uh, drinks, we all drink.
We'll need a designated driver, I'll tell you that right now.
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I hacked my iPhone and added a ton of useful programs. Included, the game of Yahtzee, and something called "Pig Shooter," a game where you shoot spaceships with flying pigs. For the intellectual in all of us.
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The weekend is ON, bitches! Have a great one.
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On my last post, you may have gotten the impression I was under the influence. Actually, the only crack I was exposed to was the crack of dawn. I guess you write some really goofy shit when the sleeping meds start kicking in.
At least I didn't impart upon you my theory about each atom being its own universe.
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Tonight, Ella's spending the night with Uncle Dave and Aunt Emily. She has been a great visitor. We played with my computer, where she stumbled across a few new mathematical parodoxes, studied the properties of a mobius strip and discussed Mahavira's theorem on a college message board. She's still a rookie, but learning fast.
While she was doing that, I was making her Winnie the Pooh toy hump her Tigger toy. We all have our comfort zones.
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I went to a Cardinals game with a few guys last night. We lost EIGHTEEN to ONE. The Astros basically took batting practice.
Next time this particular group of guys are together, I'm going to propose a drinking game. Every time Ada (an Englishman) makes a reference to the game of soccer, we all drink. When I check email on my phone, we drink. When Scuba Steve plays air guitar, we drink. When Cornett... uh, drinks, we all drink.
We'll need a designated driver, I'll tell you that right now.
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I hacked my iPhone and added a ton of useful programs. Included, the game of Yahtzee, and something called "Pig Shooter," a game where you shoot spaceships with flying pigs. For the intellectual in all of us.
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The weekend is ON, bitches! Have a great one.
5 comments:
When I was preggers with 'Pan' we spent months trying to find the right name - and about two days before he was born, we finally figure it out..and would you believe they came up with a crappy nickname. I could've killed the father-in-law.
Keep it simple, name the kid Bob.
What, you're not gonna add another Apple or Rumer to the world??
Once I was at the pool and there was this darling little blue-eyed 3 or 4 year old with a head full of blonde curls and her momma shouted out, "Topanga!" A Texas accent does not favor that name well.
I implore you to reconsider the name Richard.
If you child is a boy, name him Senator. When reserving a table at a restraint, imagine the prompt service when using the name Senator Morris, table for two. What about calling a busy store that wants to place you on hold, “Senator Morris would like to speak with the owner.” Choose an average name for his middle name; however, use one with multiple variants, like Anthony.
You could call Senator Anthony Morris by it many variations:
SAM (Initials)
Anthony
Tony
S.A.
A.M.
S. Anthony Morris (more formal).
My job here is done. Enjoyed your blog and I am not sure how I came upon it.
Bill
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