Tara Duncan
There's a dumb joke that goes like this: A new child is born and is about to receive its name. A young village boy asks the elder how children's names are determined. "Well son" says the elder, "When the blessed event occurs we look out the window for a sign, and what we see determines the name of the child. It's a beautiful process." The young boy seems satisfied and nods his approval. The elder indicates the process is about to begin, but wanting to ensure the boy has clarity asks, "Do you have any more questions, "Two-Dogs-Fucking?"