Gump? Are You Kidding Me?
Traveling again this week (fucking sucks, as usual).
There's a guy working at this client whose last name is actually Gump. Imagine how thrilled he must have been when that movie came out.
Poor bastard, he already lives in the middle of rural Missouri, which is damned near Hell on Earth. And, his name is Gump.
Labels: Self-abuse is as self-abuse does
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I'm just praying that his first name is not Forest....
No, thankfully for him, it is not.
One of my son's best friend's name is Forrest. He plays soccer. When he has the ball, everyone - and I mean everyone - yells... I'll let you guess.... SOOOOOO freakin' funny!
Being one with an unusual, I've-heard-'em-all last name, I feel his pain. But make him miserable, okay?
It's everyone's job to make him miserable. Marni, that's hilarious and God love him for still playing!
Remember that 70s song The Streak? My poor Church loving mama's name is Ethel and there's the line 'Ethel, put your clothes on!' in it and she ran around mortified for months (fully clothed) anytime someone mentioned it.
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