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« on: Jul 25, 2008 at 11:33 »

So is that TDTHFH...

Or TCFKATDTHFH?
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« Reply #1 on: Jul 25, 2008 at 12:20 »

So why couldn't she just tell her friends her name was Talulah? Why the ambiguous "K'? The parents are morons for naming their child that, but child abuse? Might be a tad of a stretch. Hell, my mother worked for a university and would see girls named Female and boys named Male, because their parents thought the hospital named babies. Silly geese.
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« Reply #2 on: Jul 25, 2008 at 14:12 »

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So why couldn't she just tell her friends her name was Talulah? Why the ambiguous "K'?
Because somewhere in this world, there's another freaksihly-named kid who's also going by the nickname "K," and someday they'll meet up and become the Ambiguous K Duo.
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Because somewhere in this world, there's another freaksihly-named kid who's also going by the nickname "K," and someday they'll meet up and become the Ambiguous K Duo.

 Nicely Done Finny.

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