My parents sat in their cramped quarters with their brows knit in concentration. Then after a forty minute pause my mother looked up at my father and said, “I know a name that will cause our future daughter to always be serenaded with the tackiest, most lyrically stupid song ever.”
My father’s lips curled in a devious smile because he knew that of which she spoke.
…and so I was named Roxanne.
This post has 15 notes.
-
warcaster likes this
-
whollybabel likes this
-
lifeinnohuddle reblogged this from roxygen and added:
lmao nooo!
-
coffeeandblueprints said:
haha I’ve got the song stuck in my head now
-
shazadkhan likes this
-
abigsteamingpileofcouscous likes this
-
greeniskindofwhorish said:
Luckily, you can’t hear me singing right now.
-
greeniskindofwhorish likes this
-
zikrayat likes this
-
cynicallyjaded said:
Thanks…now I’ve got Eddie Murphy screaming your name in my head!
-
havesomeatay likes this
-
heartbreaksandwich likes this
-
cynicallyjaded likes this
-
moslike said:
lol
-
neightkelly said:
YOU DON’T HAVE TO PUT ON THE RED LIGHT.
-
lillabet likes this
-
roxygen posted this
