Sorry, All You Brads Out There
But I hate the name Brad. I always thought that being named ‘Brad’ was one of the worst fates a person could suffer, right up there with having colorful sweat (think about it) and being named ‘Kev’. But today I thought of something even worse than all those things.
Being murdered by a guy named ‘Brad’.
Imagine the indignity of being murdered, and then on top of that having your family out there crying and demanding that ‘Brad’ pay for his crime.