What's your name?

Yes, it is true, I am afraid of bunnies.

The one's with the big long ears.

Heck. I might not even be talking about bunnies. I can't tell one animal from the other. I once called what was in actual a moose, a cow.

It's like remembering peoples names to me. I don't care what you're called as long as I can remember you.

I have been asked a dozen times what my name means? I usually reply saying I don't know or don't care enough to check.

Then comes -----

You don't know what your own name means???? A sudden change in voice to robotic voice happens and a reply is ousted -- Sorry IQ too less, NEXT.

The responses I get are usually more spectacular than the one above. More like angered chimpanzees fighting over an iguana's poop.

Note: to myself animal names .... check please.

I once met a guy who named his son after his neighbors dog. He didn't know what his son's or his neighbors dogs name meant.

His son - 10 years old is a nifty java programmer. Nice?.

Maybe the dog wrote some code in his spare time while sipping his coffee.
See I told you I was smart. Java -- coffee --- Dog --- I get it.


What if I was named hairyfatbastard?

True, I would have been beaten to death and would not have gotten past elementary school.

But in another world I'm sure it means princess with dozen red roses.

Words/names don't mean crap to me.

If you think your name makes you what you are, I completely understand.

Alright, Pringle, let's get some chips.