The Name Game

I heart my devoted fan club.

Mr. Galloway's love letter to me will run in "Letters" this week, but he sent an addendum today that I thought all you blog-readers would like to read.

'Crap' and gold at the Springfield Mayor's Show? 'Pimp' your cave? 'Luxury crib'? Why doesn't Chuck Adams skip the tasteless headlines and just sign himself 'Fuck' Adams? — Dennis Galloway

This reminds me of the Name Game — a game I used to LOATHE to play because it never worked with my name. Especially that year I went to Catholic School and they insisted we play the game and I insisted that they skip me, but oh, the horror that trembled across their lips when they got midway through the song, "Chuck Chuck bo-buck, bananana fo-fu——!" Nervous laughter all around. In the name of the father, the ghost, the holy spirit. Amen.

Peace,

Fuck Adams