five bastardizations of my first name
My first name is not the problem (although I do get tired of beating up people who call me “junior”), it’s my last name that provides the least amount of joy in my life.
For all the bastardizations you will have, know that you’ll never be sitting in a restaurant and hear: “Colon? Party of two? Colon?”
Yes, Hi, I’m the asshole you just asked for.
No Velvetta ??
lol
havent heard that in forever