OK, Mr. Fink or Ms. Hooker, you’ve lived your whole life with mean people mocking your silly name. Really – what could you do? If Mom and Dad were too proud or too dumb to change it before you were born, you went through grade after grade with kids laughing their asses off whenever your name was called – which probably was every day during ‘attendance.’
So you finally got out from under their cloud and started dating. If you were at least semi-intelligent and sober, wouldn’t you RUN from any potential mate who could make your goofy name sound even funnier than it did at roll call? And, despite all of this, some of you stubbornly insisted on HYPHENATING your names even though you must have known you would be rolling laugh riots to everyone you met.
Here are some engagement announcements. If these people even THINK about a hyphenated last name, you’ll know their combined IQ score could be beaten by any can of peas.
Drinkwine – Layer is my favorite. What else would you do after drinking wine?
I can just imagine if my last name was Drinkwine. Brenda drink wine? Yes, please. Lots of it!
I can’t believe hardly that people could find anything amusing thin these obviously unchristian and x rated plays on words. My dog was crying when she got on the net without my permission and read this stuff.
Oh God, this is no kidding. You how how my last name is STILL seperated by a hyphen-without a marriage, it’s historicly accurate and comes out of the computer so screwed up. One traffic ticcic and now I have an entire list of Aliases I never used.
Grandma and Grandpa had a sense of humor- and from Nova Scotia around 1900 or late 1800’s were married. Since Grandpa graduated Pharmacy school in 1906. The Way North Frenchies had some traditions. I don’t know who my Dad was named after but his first name was Delwin, the second boys first name was the mothers maiden name-Venner. My Uncle Venner.
But his middle name I tried to learn how to say and spell in French and can only remember the English translation—Son of a Goat. No shit. Belle-Isle was actually Du’ Belle-Isle, or From the Beautiful Island.
My uncles French name fully translated was….Venner the son of a goat from the beautiful Island.
It must have been wonderfull to have a name that REALLY meant something.
Eddie Schwansenfegger, where are you? Joe.