“The Most Unfortunate Names in Britain” list is out and there are some comical doozeys on it. Comical, if they’re not your name, that is. Among those gracing the list include Justin Case, Paige Turner, Chris Cross and Barry Cade.
Yeah, having parents with a warped sense of humor and an IQ of 12 sucks. Just ask Barb Dwyer, who will forever get “I want to poke you” jokes from the guys on the football team.
And ask Mary Christmas, who’s going to have “Jingle Bells” sung to her by every Tom, Dick and Harry in London.
And ask Anna Sasin, who, even as she’s coming out of the womb, is being implicated in the Kennedy murder.
Way to go parents of the 21st century. Way to saddle your heirs with the baggage that only the Three Stooges and Rodney Dangerfield could really appreciate. You want your kids to have a chance at life? Why not name them Albert Einstein or Bill Fucking Gates. At least you’ll be helping them.
Because Carrie Oakey, Anna Prentice and Bill Board ain’t cuttin’ it.


Ever heard of anyone writing a retraction to their thank you note? Now you have.



It is a proven scientific fact that when a man enters into marriage, he gives up two things: His opinions and his checkbook. And maybe on occasion, a couple yards of closet space. But no man has never gone as far as to give up his last name.
Piss off one woman, and you sleep on the couch. Piss off four, and you get your weenie Krazy Glued to your torso. At least that’s how it works with the angry ladies of Wisconsin.