11/30/2011

And Grandma's Nickname Was "Oyster Cracker"

Email Sent in by Donna:

Hi there,

I have to tell you; you have the best profile ever. Would you mind if we called our first son Soup? As in the food? That was my grandfather's nickname and I promised him that I would name a child after him. Soup.

As long as you're cool with that we can move on to the next order of business: what to name our daughter if we unfortunately have one of those. We should also call her Soup. After my grandfather who I promised him I would name a child after him of which I would call by his name.

Pray for no daughters! I'm for real,

Charles

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3 comments:

  1. SE712/01/2011 8:17 AM

    If we unfortunately have one of those? Yikes, I hope he never has a daughter. Or a kid at all.

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  2. Ipdar12/02/2011 1:20 AM

    When I read this title I can't help but infer: "blunt trauma to lady parts."

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  3. Ankh Ascendant12/02/2011 4:06 AM

    ^I read it as "testicle buster". needless to say, the actual email was a letdown.

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