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Maybe, if I was a boy, in a boy band, and it was late 1999.
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Me:
So, we're still trying to come up with a new name for the band.
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My mother:
I think I JUST thought of one. Yep. I got it.
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Me:
Okay, what?
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Mom:
Wait - how many of you are there?
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Me:
Four.
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Mom:
Okay. Ready?
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Me:
Yes.
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Mom:
Fortified. But spelled F-O-U-R-tified. Because there are FOUR of you.
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Me:
Yea. It's a horrible name. That's like the worst band name, ever.
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Mom:
Well, I think it's good. Tell your band about it, they'll like it. Make sure you explain the spelling.