Two's a pair. Three's company. And four is... well, four is a foursome.

Wow, three entries in one day. I must be a lot lonlier than I thought. Hmm.

Okay.

Sam makes fun of me for thinking of such things, but I swear, when I fucking graduate and someone out there finally realizes I should be paid for coming up with such ba-rilliant ideas, I'm going to be so rich I'll buy me some hot body to go with this charm.

Tell me this isn't the best idea you've never thought of. What if there were a woman out there whose last name is Vlaki and first name Susan. How f-ing (fuck it! I'll just say it! how fucking...) great would it be to be named Sue Vlaki? I'd kill myself out of the sheer daily hilarity.

Or what about Peter Moss? Or ... I had another one, I swear. I don't know what I'd do with this information except perhaps write a sitcom based around her/his/hes/hir fabled life of being named after a popular Greek dish!

Or maybe it's the dish that's named after her!!!

Ahhh-haaaa!!!!!

Eat it,
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