Thursday, May 5, 2011

Your mother doesn't love you.

At one point or other we were all babies. Your parent(s) looked down upon your fresh, new, chubby cheeked face brand new to the world and everything in it. It was at that point you were gazed up and bestowed with a moniker, a name that you would be linked to for the rest of your life. Some names are given as tributes to loved ones to honor them. Some names are passed down from generation to generation as tradition. Other names are amalgams of multiple names as a way to make sure everyone that loves you is included in being a part of you, a brand new human being.

Then your mother passed gas and named you "Fartina." Thus proving to the world that you really weren't wanted anyway.

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