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::Lets play the Name...Game....::

Inspired by a recent trip to the park, where I ran across a woman named Pam, I thought to myself…how much of our names really define who we become in life?
For example.

Quintessential trailer park names.
::I always felt sorry for women named Pam. They all seem to have that hard living struggle face. All worn out and dried up by Marlboros and domestic violence. See Also: Carol. Loretta. Leann. Beth. Maggie.

Eats a Big Mac in a parking lot and washes it down with a Diet Coke names.
::Claire. Dorris. Donna. Shelby. Brenda. Lois. But mainly Nancy. I have never met anyone named Nancy that was less 345lbs. Anyone named Nancy looks like they can push Ford Explorers down pot-hole streets with one hand, and washes down Ham and Cheese sandwiches with a water bottle full of melted butter.

Will have sex with your boyfriend in the bathroom while you’re all out to dinner names:
::Ashley. Lindsay. Becca. Angel. Nikki. Tasha. Lexi. Anyone named after a car, or a liquor. Extra points if its spelled “intentionally” wrong.

Slashes their boyfriends tires, and then tries to slash you names:

::Denise. Chevon. Keisha. Marisol. Angelique. Priscilla.



Wear’s mens loafers and listens to K.D. Lang all day at work names:
::Roni. Paula. Joan. Marcy.

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