Sometimes I wish my last name was Bacaw. That way, if I ever had a son, I would name him Buck B. Bacaw. The “B”, of course, standing for Buck.
This is a universal daydream, right?
Don’t lose your head……………
Heh heh. I had an idea for a cartoon once, a la Far SIde. Two anthropomorphic, man-sized chickens are together, one has a huge pair of scissors. Around them are a pile of decapitated human corpses. And the one is saying to the other, “Fred, you won’t believe this! You cut these things heads off and they just fall to the ground, BLAM. No running around, no nuthin’!”
Funny enough, I just bought a copy of the “Cows of our Planet” Far Side collection at a used book stall this weekend……..
Are you sure that puns like this aren’t why you don’t get dates?
Not solely…but yes.
I was once tempted to name a child Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate . . .
but I didn’t do it, and now it’s too late.
Play Sims and do it there.
I named my kids after beer/brewers. My youngest was six before my wife figured it out.
She still doesn’t believe I planned it.
Either it’s the time, or the fact that I’m coming down with something nasty (yay yellow snot from the left sinus), but I’m lost.
A chicken when it is irritated makes sounds like ‘buck-buck-buckaw!’
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