Recently I read a silly thing about how you can find out what your porn name is. To find your first name, you use the name of your first pet. To find your last name, you use the name of the street you live on. At the risk of being hunted down and killed by a stalker, I will tell you that my porn name is Buffy Hancock. Which I thought was pretty funny until I had this conversation with my three lunch buddies at work on Friday. They are Debbie and Dave and Josh. They don’t read here but I don’t think they’ll mind me telling you their porn names. They will henceforth be known as Sheba Longfellow, Benjie Armstrong and ~
(this was hilarious…)
Josh is very quiet. He seldom initiates conversation but participates when he has something to contribute. The other three of us each shared our names and laughed until we were all near tears. In the mean time, Josh was sitting there frowning and looking as though he was trying to figure something out.
“Well, Josh,” I said, “Time to fess up. What’s your porn name?” Very seriously, with not even a trace of a smile on his face, he announced, “Midnight Pump Station.” We lost it. As soon as he realized the hilarity of what he’d said, he busted up too. We laughed for a solid five minutes. And every time we thought of it for the rest of the day.