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When my brother Kevin and his wife were expecting their son, they decided to name the baby Elvis, my brother being a huge Elvis fan. My mother thought that this was a particularly bad idea. “He will be teased in school,” she said, among other things. That turned out to be a moot point as Kev and Liz home schooled Elvis until recently. The argument went on for months and eventually things went from bad to a “subject-not-to-be-discussed” as it just made everyone angry.
Then one day I was listening to the news. It seems a new constellation had been discovered and it was called Ophiuchis. An evil thought crept into my mind and took root…“And we shall call the baby Ophiuchis!” Muahahahahaha…
