What's in a name? Suppose you're born, your parents take a look at you, and say, "Let's call him Rapey Rapesalot." Are you destined to become a serial rapist? While I can provide no quantitative evidence, I can say with confidence that, with a name like that, there probably aren't a lot of women that are going to hop in bed willingly.

It is with that in mind that I bring to your attention the story of Reynaldo Rapalo. Imagine the difficulty of going through your life saying, "No es RAY-palo. Es RAPP-alo." After the 20th or 21st year of it, you've got to be about ready to say, "Si. Es RAY-palo, y ahora deseo tus pantalones y los regalos genitales. Entonces, vamanos." And to be hispanic on top of it all! ¡Dios mio!

But we must not be rapist-apologists. That's not funny, especially during the holidays.


Reynaldo Rapalo, above, is obviously guilty of something.

Analogcabin @ 10:48 AM
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