Friday, June 3, 2011

A name you can trust.

Hoho, you’ve come to the right man. But don’t think you’ve reached your destination by coming here. Changing your name requires a lot more than a past to run away from and subscription to Teen Vogue. Namely paperwork, paperwork, and...ahem...payment discussions. Did you see what I said there? Namely! Hoho, it’s a joke, stop frowning, boy. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I changed my name when I was just a lad of 25. I’ll get you a new handle or my name isn’t Eustace Cornballer!

"Is it?"

Not anymore! Now stop making that face, and sign here.

1 comment:

  1. Oh man, this story just reeks of Djokovic! He's about as indecisive as your character here. First he doesn't play well, then he does play well, and now he's playing terribly again!

    What is he thinking?!?!?