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My g/f introduced me to this Goth guy who looks kinda like the lead singer from The Misfits, only not so...um...well...attractive in any way. At all. He starts talking to her (they know each other), then she says "Have you met my boyfriend, >insert my name here
mandatory 10 second pause
After successfully averting the french fry I was eating from flying out of my nostril, I shook his hand (!) and proclaimed that it was good to meet him.
Apparantly, that's the name he's comfortable with, and I've seen him at work with a nametag that says "Hi, I'm BOOGER! How can I help you?"
My g/f dumped me for him.
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