My dog's name is Oscar. Before that, when he was behind bars at the humane society, his name was Luther. Before that, until he got picked up as a stray, his name was probably Bowser or Rex. But now his name is Oscar...sometimes. We call him a lot of things. Here are the names that come to mind...
Oskie
The Black Sausage
Princess Penelope the Tranny
Laura Ingalls
Fartbag
Stinkwad
Yoctif
Yoctif Guacamole Pants
Wiggle Butt
Black doggy dog doggy dog doggy doggy (you have to say it as fast as you can)
Turd Ferguson, Jr.
Honkus
Babalou
Snooter
Oscar P. Mayer
The Grump
Weiner Dog
Grumbles
Pat Sajak
Flapjacks
My Nigga Q (from a DMX song)
BLACKIE! (you have to yell it)
Turd Burglar
Turd Bomber
Fuzzy Bumper
Shrimpie
Cap'n Shrimp Pants
Hound of Baskerville
Scooter McGavin
And, of course...
Pants
Panits
Panananits
Oscar Pants MacDougall-beiss
Panteus the Black
O. Pants Shyamalan
Pannity and Colmes
Pants pantsy pants pantsy pants pantsy pantsy (again, as fast as you can)
Pants de la Hoya
Jazz Pants (when he's all jazzed up)
Snow Pants (after a romp in the snow)
That's just the 40 that I could think of off the top of my head. I'm sure there are four or five more. Does this automatically mean that our child will be screwed up? I hope not, but I think so.
