Grumpy
ed. note: This page has been taken over by Grumpy at Grumpasaurus. I’m totally not that guy. Totally. Anyway, the page is over there, but I’m keeping the existing comments here for historical purposes. Since the rest is (cc) Grumpy. Who is not me.
C – Cleetus
B – Barbi
D – Deena
M – Mindi, Missi, Mona
plenty more forming their own trapeze act in the noggin as I type, but I have to return to the studies of world domination.
I refuse to believe in a world where “Cleetus” is an actual name as opposed to a nickname or something you make up to ridicule hicks. Festus too, for that matter.
You always say that, by the way. “That” being “here’s the first 30 seconds of my thoughts… I have more, but I’ve got to run” – type commentary.
Candy. That’s another one. What sort of father-humping name is that? Sure, sure. One might argue it’s a diminutive of “Candace.” Nope. It’s a white-trash, victim of pedophilia and bad taste sort of name. As for the 30 seconds, more later habit of mine…. what can I say? ADD. Doesn’t swallow. All sorts of “incompletes” on my report card.
Barbi… Mindi… Candy… I’m sensing a theme here. We’re missing a Summer and Autumn and Tawny to flesh out (heh) the pr0n universe.
Cletus is, LOL…
Brother Cletus, the artist
Saint Cletus Parish
Pope Saint Cletus
Cletus, Simpsons
too funny
There’s only one “e” in those Cletii. Therefore, my construct is still operative.