Yesterday, BJ and I overheard a conversation between some church members in which they talked about a long-deceased woman named Sunshine. Her real, on-the-birth-certificate name was Sunshine. Here is the conversation that followed in the car as BJ and I drove home later that night.
Me: Sunshine is a cool name. But I think I would rather be called moonlight (said in my mock sexy voice).
BJ (in his effeminate voice that he and his friend Josh reserve for their most politically-incorrect moments): I want to be called Starspunk.
I have no idea where he comes up with these things, but please, the next time you see BJ, call him Starspunk. Really, he likes that name.
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You should name a kid Starspunk, Jr., and make him wonder where the Jr. came from his whole life.
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