1. Maybe, if I was a boy, in a boy band, and it was late 1999.

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