Draven wrote:...
Can I name my Turkey "Herr Gobbles"?
I s'pose you can name him anything you want. Hopefully he'll not look like Ol' Josef did at the end, but then I don't suppose you'll be roasting Herr Gobbles with gasoline.
DD
PS: I don't know why, but this reminds me of a story... A man's representing himself in court in a very acrimonious divorce. He keeps referring to his ex-wife as "pig" -- and really emphasizing it, rubbing it in...
"
So then ... The Pig said..." or... "
So ... PIG ... isn't it true..."
The judge finally gets enough of it and tells him he can no longer refer to her as a pig, under penalty of contempt.
The man smiles, and says
"
Bear with me yer honor, I want to be sure I've got this right. You're telling me I can no longer refer to ... "Mrs. Jones" ... as A pig, THE pig, etc."
Judge tells him that's correct - he can call a pig whatever he wants, but he'd better treat Mrs. Jones with some respect.
"
Well, Yer Honor, am I allowed to refer to a big ol' nasty, stinkin', fat, disgusting, filthy pig as ... 'Mrs Jones'??
Judge tells him he can call a pig anything he wants, but in THIS court he's not going to accept any man mistreating a woman.
They move on...
The guy looks at his ex-wife, still on the witness stand, smiles big as he possibly can, and says (with the world's most pronounced and perfect diction)
"
So.....
p...
uh...
...MRS ... JONES...
...Isn't it true...
The storyteller claimed that everyone - including the wife's Attorney - just busted out laughing -- everyone that is except the Judge who realized how the man had worked him.
He said from then on, every time the man said "....[pause for effect]
MRS. JONES [pause for effect] ..." everyone in the courtroom heard "...PIG..." and he knew it because he'd just grin from ear-to-ear every time he said it.
Obviously things didn't turn out so well for MISTER Jones -- Hizzonner was not at all happy with him... Somehow I don't think he cared, much.
DD