I wasn’t expecting what I saw, but was in no way disappointed, quite amused in fact.
A couple of years ago my parents told me how I got my first and middle name, it’s probably one of the whitest, nerdiest things I’ve ever heard, but I’m quite pleased in not a Dontarius, Tymothy, or DaShante.
Where will Elon fall?
Eboni and Johnny, live together in perfect harmony, side by side on my piano-keyboard, oh Lord, why don’t we?
Middle names are important too. For example, if it’s “Wayne” what you got there is a serial killer.