Sunday, November 20, 2011

It's my name. Don't wear it out.

This summer our friend Jim and his lovely wife came to hang out with us on the dock, and he brought some of our old high school yearbooks.  Apparently, back in 1983 somebody on the yearbook editorial committee decided that they didn't like the name Jim and identified him as...

Mannie?  Bwahaaahaahaa. can easily see how a mistake like that could happen.

Naturally, Ted and I have decided that Wando was right.  Jim does not make a good Jim, but he does make the perfect Mannie.  Because of shit like this...

That's probably too small to make out, so here is how we like to harass Mannie on FB:

Me:  Jim!  How come we have to find out your meat is famous & your package is available online through a catalog?  "Manny's Famous Pastrami - see available packages online at www..."

Jim (Mannie):  Dammit, I'm so busted.  Thought the "Chicago" would throw people off.  You're not the same "Michele" that keeps ordering the Large Salami?

Heh. Heh. Heh.

Anyway, too bad we didn't have the internets and brilliant sites like this back in the day.

Where you can clear up misconceptions about your name.
Don't worry Mannie, I've already made a submission for you.  I'll let you know if it gets approved.

Next...Ted wants to be Carmen Miranda for Thanksgiving.


  1. Love the shades. Its almost a cross between Eric "Respect My Autoritay!" Cartman and Jeff "The Fly" Goldblum.


  2. MotherFucker! (We went to school with Bono!) Not really...It was just Mannie. (Just as good.)