The man who performed his first prostate exam on an Irishman felt deeply a Seamus.
My friend, Neesia, always forgets who she is. She keeps telling everyone “I am Neesia.”
Mathew: name for a logical woodcarver.
Our work as naming consultants is a blast. It’s been a fun nominal experience.
I need an Italian to paint my ceiling. I might call Angelo.
There’s a song about how there is no yoga in Sweden. It’s by that 80s band, Sven Without Mats.
I believe that, despite its name, ‘Crazy Glue’ should be taken seriously. But then again – I’m an epoxy moron.
Alphonse: good name for a typesetter.
With Danielle, then Earl, and then Fiona, we see that storms are named according to letters of the alphabet, with alternating genders. They should call them his and hurricanes.
My friend Ian has a hollow leg. Happy Hollow Ian!