I struggled with whether I should actually post this or not, but it's too good to pass up. Plus, it's absolutely true because it happened in my own family.
Background info: My family was (I say "was" because I no longer have contact with any of them) so dysfunctional that over the course of my life I've had three different psychiatrists actually cry over my life story and tell me "That is the most horrific childhood I have ever heard about".
So when I say that my mother is an absolute nut job who should have never been allowed by law to breed, don't flame me.
The last child my mother had (my half brother) was to be named after her husband's father, whose name was Martin Michael (first and middle name). As per hospital policy, moms are required to write out the name to ensure that the birth certificate is correct. So here's what she wrote and what appears on his birth certificate:
Martian Michelle.
Need I say more?
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