Dr. Douche?

We all know that my maturity level is that of a 12-year-old chubby, pimply boy. So it’s no surprise, really, that I can’t even open this email. I can’t even take it seriously-- because I’m not an adult!
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What an unfortunate name. I'm sure it's pronouced "may-sen-gill", but I bet every person has misread his name forever. This guy had to become a doctor to overcome his name. Had to make up for the taunting and name calling of his entire childhood. To carry the last name of a douche? A disposable douche at that?

And I’m sure this guy is married. So that means his wife could be known as “Mrs. Douche.” Because that’s what I would accidentally call her. Freudian slip, you know? Because it’s happened. I witnessed my ex-MIL (my first marriage) say something similar.

We were at a Christmas party thrown by a man with the last name of “Dick.” As we were leaving, we said our goodbyes. She said to the host:

                            “Thank you for a lovely party, Mr. Cock.”

She had no idea what she’d said. Meanwhile, I was in tears. I still laugh to the point of tears every time I think of that story.

Here’s to you, Dr. Douche. Or Dr. Vinegar. 
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