OT: Forni... Spew Warning

That is funny. The sad thing is that when I worked in the welfare clinic at a hospital in Virginia eons ago, there was a small child who was named"fornication". Another was "Famous Lay", but I don't think they were related.....who knows???????????

Gillian

My friend had a kid in her class whose first name was pronounced Fe-Mal-E. Put it all together it spells female and we guessed that was what was on her birth certificate.

There is a story in New Orleans that when some of the welfare mothers in the charity hospital asked the doctor "what should I call my new baby girl", the answer was often "Urethra".

Poor souls. Didn't the registrars in those days ever offer advice?????

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans

Perhaps they did in a small town. I'm talking about Brooklyn, NY which has a population as large as some countries. The nurse gave you a paper to fill out with the name and whatever other non-medical information, including the father's name, that was necessary for the birth certificate, then sent it to the authorities to be processed and mailed to you at home. I doubt anyone ever paid it much attention.

We've starting encounter more "unusual" names here in the boonies of NH. And for all the odd names when DD was born (Oona and Frizzy were born the same day) some one pointed out that she had "Freddi" (it's Frieda) as a middle name....

The first year I taught school, the music room for some reason had a thin door connecting it to the boys' locker room, and one afternoon while the first graders were in my room, "Son of a Bitch" came roaring through, at which point a little boy asked me what a son of a bitch was. I didn't know what to say and I told him I didn't know, and then just went on with music class. That evening I got a phone call from the president of the school board, whose son asked him during dinner what a son of a bitch was! The father asked where he heard it, and he said it was in music class! Fortunately, the father asked son lots of questions and got the complete story from his rather articulate first grader. So the phone call to me at home started out with "I understand you don't know what a son of a bitch is!" and followed with a discussion about noise from the locker room. Well, there were apparently a few other phone calls that evening, and the next day the janitors added soundproofing and blocked off that door, and the boys' PE teacher was chewed out for not supervising the boys properly. The PE teacher didn't speak to me for a week, but there was never again any obscenity coming into the music room!

A jam company, Smuckers, has built many of their ad campaigns on the tag line 'with a name like that, we have to be good.' I bet many people don't get it.