I always like to say that my parents chose my name by standing at the opposite ends of the house, shouting names back and forth. They eventually settled on Brock because it sounded like a swear/curse when shouted. Try it next time you stub your toe. “Oh, Brock!” It works perfectly.
Because my name is perfectly shoutable, for a long time, I didn’t have an…
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