Kyle
I couldn't make this one up if I tried.
Between ages 10 and 15, it would be fair to say that a significant part of my life was spent at the ice skating rink. While no Nancy Kerrigan, (except for Halloween this past year) I still skated competitvely. And worked at the local ice rink. And hung out there with my friends.
One afternoon I was taking off my skates with my friend Kim, and saw that she was talking to one of the younger skater's moms, who happened to have just given birth to a baby boy.
The little pumpkin was quite cute, and I inquired over his name. The mother told me his name, but I couldn't quite make out what she said. I thought I heard a K, and an N.
"Kunt?" I asked, without realizing what had just escaped my lips.
"No, Kyle," said the mom.
Oops.
Between ages 10 and 15, it would be fair to say that a significant part of my life was spent at the ice skating rink. While no Nancy Kerrigan, (except for Halloween this past year) I still skated competitvely. And worked at the local ice rink. And hung out there with my friends.
One afternoon I was taking off my skates with my friend Kim, and saw that she was talking to one of the younger skater's moms, who happened to have just given birth to a baby boy.
The little pumpkin was quite cute, and I inquired over his name. The mother told me his name, but I couldn't quite make out what she said. I thought I heard a K, and an N.
"Kunt?" I asked, without realizing what had just escaped my lips.
"No, Kyle," said the mom.
Oops.
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