2 of 5

Write now Article Tools

It all started when I moved into my new flat. My roommate and I decided we should dress the place up a bit so we went out looking for some new dcor. Now you should know both of us are college age guys that care less about our furniture matching than George Bush does the fuel price. Anyway, I called up my girlfriend, knowing we needed a fashion friendly companion to prevent our place from looking like Marilyn Manson's bedroom, and she gladly agreed to tag along.

We hit up the department stores for the basic needs and thought maybe we should check out the second hand store. That was my idea, mostly because my wallet was getting so light I thought it was going to blow away. Once we arrived we looked around at the "quality" but cheap second hand items. Nothing really jumped out and said buy me until my girlfriend found this little porcelain bird. It was, how do you say, ugly, not to be rude. A long skinny head with a goofy tail that stuck out and bright paint on its body. I think it was suppose to resemble a pheasant or something. But she thought it was "really cute". It was only a dollar, but it certainly wasn't something I was jumping up and down for. In my head I was thinking of all the things that dollar could be better spent on. A homeless man, a donation to an animal rights program, given to her to leave me alone. But after I saw she really wanted it I caved and bought it anyway.

Once we got in the car I looked in our bag and noticed it had a crack all the way through its neck and writing on the bottom. I brought this to her attention and said, "You made me spend a dollar of my hard earned money on a broken bird that's made in Mexico". Her only response was a smile and that she had a name for it. Ralphy, she wanted to call this broken bird Ralphy. She said it in a jokingly way but she was dead serious. She picked it out and by god it was going to be called Ralphy whether I liked it or not. Now, to me it didn't matter, I figured as soon as I got home it would go into the closet and the only one blessed by its presence would be the mice.

Boy was I wrong! I tried to take that irritating little bird and sneak it away thinking by the time we got home she'd forgotten about it. Next thing I know, theirs a cocky little bird perched on my computer desk. I suddenly realized to get rid of this bird I had to use my wits. "Well you can't put Ralphy here on the computer desk, he'll get broke", I said. She replied o so pleasantly that that's where he's going to stay and

• 1
• 2
• next page >>

Add your voice

Know something about Humor: The importance of naming inanimate objects?
We want to hear your view. Write now!