Bob

https://www.spacejam.com/2021/

Well, I don’t agree that making an offensive joke is necessarily being an arsehole, but I suppose you are right in principle.

Now he’s Sitting Straight, I suppose. Sorry, that’s in awful taste.

I went to secondary school at the turn of the millennium and I remember having to go to admin to get my dinner tickets on a Monday, which were worth £1.30, but there was never any shame in it because I don’t think too many kids knew the significance of it; in fact, my mate Danny would always want to buy them off me for £1.50 apiece. This other lad called Liam would sometimes lord it over me because his mum gave him £2 a day for his dinner, but by year 11 he was roundly known as a bit of a prick if I recall correctly, so I was even vindicated in the end.

I concede, but the joke is supposed to be told verbally so I’m happy with my choice.

This reminds me of a stupid joke:

“Oh, my car’s been flattened by a big stone, you know one of those massive, round stones?”

“Boulder?”

“MY CAR’S BEEN FLATTENED…”

If we ditched the daft names?

It’ll be awkward when they discover a new syndrome where your head explodes and the name’s already taken.