You know, I can't make this stuff up. If you read the attached article it really makes you scratch your head (makes me laugh as well, but in a twisted way).
On the one hand you're amazed that there are actually people like this out there that think naming their kids these crazy ass names won't somehow hinder them later on in life.
Wouldn't you love to be a fly on the wall when they're sitting there for an interview: "So Joybubbles / Hitler / ToeJam" (take your pick); why have you decided to join our team?".
Can you imagine?
You're pretty much at your parents whim when it comes to names, hair color, and any other determining feature; but as a parent don't you owe it to your kid to at least give them a fair shake with a name that at least gets them in the door?
This story makes me laugh because I picture this whole scenario in my head from the time the kid was born up to his adult hood. It would go something like this:
I mean, sure he's got tattoos all over his neck, but which one of us hasn't gone out on a drunken dare and got a tattoo on our neck or scrotum. And can't you see the love in his Momma's eyes just saying "I love you little Adolf Hitler".
Isn't it safe to say that as a parent we all have secretly wanted to coo that familiar refrain to our newborn son as you put him to bed:
"Rock-a-bye-Hitler in the pill box
When the bombs come the box it will rock
While the box rocks the roof it will fall
And down will go Hitler swastika and all..."
Then in the later years you can only imagine hearing these special words. "Now batting for the Boston Red Sox. The centerfielder #99. Hitler. Adolf Hitler."
Who wouldn't want to hear that broadcast over the loudspeaker at Fenway Park?
Are these people for real?
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