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Beware The Crimson Shirley Temple


In lieu of something edifying, here's a silly little meme I stole from Queen Geek

I used "Sassy Danger Pants" as my name when it called for my actual name. Yes, Danger is my middle name.

1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (Mother and Father's middle name): Ruth Paul

2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad): Clarence Laurier

3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name): Pansa

4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal!): Red Lion

5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born): Danger Boston

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning): The Crimson Shirley Temple

7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 3 letters of your last name): Sants

8. GANGSTA NAME: ( fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie): Chocolate Fudge Brownie Thin Mint, but you can call me Cho Bro Mo for short.

9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name): Zilch Reed

10. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy): Nothing Dark Chocolate

11. PORN NAME: (1st pets name, street you grew up on): Boots Williamson

Comments

Queen Geek said…
Yet again, Cho Bro Mo you crack me up! Your's came out way better than mine. Glad you did it. :o)

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