At a work lunch, Innis and I were talking about having names that are easy to make fun of.
Me: Do you ever think about just giving up and changing your name to Anus?
Innis: I hate you. When I was a senior in high school my soccer coach gave me the coach's award and called me Penis in front of the whole assembly.
Me: Ouch.
Innis: He was Greek with a heavy accent, though.
Me: I just had to put up with a lot of "did you camp on your knee" jokes.
Innis: Taunts are tougher when they aren't funny.
[By the way, as I was taking this picture of Innis (and his pre-Mustache Day beard) an almost heavenly ray of light descended down on him through the Goose Island skylight.]
2 comments:
Wish I coulda been there for that lunch...I used to get Tiffany "Shit-ko" all the time.
Also, Innis looks like he's in a church...and mildly like Jesus...but after a haircut.
Ummm, Goose Island.
And with the last name of Spitznogle, I'm fleeing the name pain.
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