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Basstrap

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I always thought I will try a sociological experiment with my children.

If I have a girl I will call her Frank

If a boy, I will call him Jennifer

How will they fit into society? How will this influence their behaviour and personality? Will they be more aggressive or more passive?

these and other important questions would be assessed.

groundbreaking stuff
 
There used to be this site called 'Society For People Against Naming Their Children Jennifer'. It's gone now, though, sadly.

edit: oooh i didn't read your original post. i think society's bias towards nomenclature will lead to your kid(s) leading a difficult life. they'll probably hunt you down and kill you.
 
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oh yes!!!

I always thought she was a guy until I saw her.

but girls get away with everything. You can call em' bobby, billy, sam...pretty much any guy name works with them
 
:lol:

this thread made me think of the Johnny Cash song, "A Boy Named Sue".

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
 
You'll never have kids, Kirk.

I don't care if you reproduce asexually. You'll still never be able to pick yourself up.
 
I don't have american money on me. I figure it'll be useless in 10 years anyway

You can have some artificial crab meat though
 
yes, probably you would

many find my meaty-ness hard to resist

:sexywink:
 
gross.

ketchup is one of those things that has to be in moderation. I'd vomit if I had to eat a big spoonful of ketchup
 
teach them that red is green and green is red.



it makes your kids think more analytically at an early age.



just ask my old lit teacher.
 
ketch?up ( P ) Pronunciation Key (kchp, kch-) also catch?up (kchp, kch-) or cat?sup (ktsp, kchp, kch-)
n.
A condiment consisting of a thick, smooth-textured, spicy sauce usually made from tomatoes.


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[Probably Malay kicap, fish sauce, possibly from Chinese (Cantonese) k-chap, equivalent to Chinese (Mandarin) qi?, eggplant + Chinese (Mandarin) zh, sap, gravy.]

Word History: The word ketchup exemplifies the types of modifications that can take place in borrowingboth of words and substances. The source of our word ketchup may be the Malay word kchap, possibly taken into Malay from the Cantonese dialect of Chinese. Kchap, like ketchup, was a sauce, but one without tomatoes; rather, it contained fish brine, herbs, and spices. Sailors seem to have brought the sauce to Europe, where it was made with locally available ingredients such as the juice of mushrooms or walnuts. At some unknown point, when the juice of tomatoes was first used, ketchup as we know it was born. But it is important to realize that in the 18th and 19th centuries ketchup was a generic term for sauces whose only common ingredient was vinegar. The word is first recorded in English in 1690 in the form catchup, in 1711 in the form ketchup, and in 1730 in the form catsup. All three spelling variants of this foreign borrowing remain current.

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