Has a 17th century Puritan vibe.
A lot of these people are big-time admirers of the Puritans.
But still. I'm as big a Napoleonic-era history geek as you're likely to find, but I can faithfully promise y'all that if DH and I ever have a son, we're not calling him Wellington Napoleon W.
but I can faithfully promise y'all that if DH and I ever have a son, we're not calling him Wellington Napoleon W.
Not even if we double dare you?
Not even if we double dare you?
Maybe if you come up with enough money to give little Wellie a free ride to Harvard when the time comes...
connie, I feel ya.
I have actually had this conversation in the past:
Fuckcake Customer: Hey, I'd like to ask you about Product X.
Me: ...what is that?
FC: It's your product. Don't you know?
Me: ...never heard of it. I think you have the wrong number.
FC: Idiot! *click*
Manager: Oh, hey, Joe...yeah, Product X went out a week ago. We were supposed to have a training session about it, but didn't.
Me: You might want to schedule one now, don'tcha think?
Like naming your kid Temperance?
They're just going to get called "Bones" with that one.
Manager: Oh, hey, Joe...yeah, Product X went out a week ago. We were supposed to have a training session about it, but didn't.
Me: You might want to schedule one now, don'tcha think?
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Hell Damnation Conat.
see, everytime he heard with my favorite mild cuss word, your kid would be yelling "what?"
"Auntie Vortex is driving me crazy."
"How so, HD?"
"I don't know if she's calling my name or if she slammed her fingers in the freezer again."