OK, so yesterday I go to the dentist... I walk in to the waiting room and there is only one other person waiting there -- an old man, looks like a farmer, you know, worn out old blue jeans, flannel plaid shirt
(it IS June you know), suspenders, worn out shoes... Looks kind of out of place, like maybe he should be waiting for a hair cut instead of the dentist. So I walk over to the desk to sign in and I see the name just above where I was to sign my name -- it's the old man's, and his name is "Leroy Brown". I turn and look over my shoulder at him, and immediately-- you know what's going through my head! "Well, he's BAD, BAD Leroy Brown, baddest man in the whole downtown, badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junk yard dog, yeah he's BAD, BAD Leroy Brown..." And on and on it goes -- song stuck in my head all day long. I wonder what it's like to go through life with a name like "Leroy Brown"?

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