Meet Rose, we named her after Cassie's favorite

Meet Rose, we named her after Cassie's favorite movie the Titanic! "You named you daughter after the freakin Titanic!?! What type of a parent does that!" No one knew what to say.

Well, it is better than what you named your daughter - Wilma! You named her after the Flintstones! That is ridiculous. It appears that you have no common sense. I wonder what

Tabetha will get up to when she realizes that her play buddies name "Bam Bam" comes from. Naming the Dog Dino was funny, Wilma, but forcing your husband to change his name

to Barney Rubble was just wrong. You're insinuating that Fred Flinstone could not satisfy Wilma. Fred was a savage, a breadwinner, a lusty man with sabertooth tiger loins. Why

, everyone knows that when he cries out "WIIIIIILLLMMAAAAAAAA!!!", it's not because he's been locked outside, if you catch my drift. And how do you think he got strong enough to dr

ag the heavy packets of cotton balls across the room to the medicine cabinet? It was from lifting cotton buds and dancing to the tribal sounds of the Noongar people

that I came to realise, that life wasn't about being an overlord of the Noongar tribe. It wasn't even about using said tribe to harvest cotton balls.No, life was all about spending

your energy nurturing the tribe, and actively working on keeping the Noongar culture rich and flexible. The cotton industry was valuable ofcourse, and

The Noongar King was a true example of how oligarchs are born and raised in the jungle. Only there can the big cats teach other creatures who is the real boss. One tiger, Tony, was

a flake, but somehow he managed to get his picture on cereal boxes everywhere. But that's another story for another day. Hail, King Noongar!