Heard a woman in Kroger the other day yelling at her kid running wild through the store.
“Paisley! Paisley, get back here!” she yelled.
Paisley. Who the hell names their kid Paisley? That’s not a name. That’s the pattern of the fabric on my chair in Sherman. And why name your kid Dallas? Or after any place? That’s just outright retarded. I mean, we’ve seen what happens when you name your kid fucking Paris. God, people…