At the graduation ceremony Miss Sahatharraingorgoatashuaniathinogorgoghogh

At the graduation ceremony Miss Sahatharraingorgoatashuaniathinogorgoghogh awaited her name to be read out and wondered if her doctorate in biomechanical engineering would

feel as devine in her hands as she had hoped. She'd finally be Dr. Sahatharraingorgoatashuaniathinogorgoghogh, she like the sound of that. It had a nice ring to it.

When Dr. Sahatharraingorgoatashuaniathinogorgoghogh got engaged to Dr. John Smith, however, she had a dilemma on her hands. Dr. Smith wanted her to change her name when they marrie

d. How dare he insist that her first name would also be John. Dr. Smith felt last names were too passe. Dr. Sahatharraingorgoatashuaniathinogorgoghogh felt Martha was just fine.

Besides, she and Dr. Srinapitnanahasamatahatarangunainanjabogardasvetna were always being confused with one another - she was still getting his subscription to "Catfancy", and he

was allergic to cats. They made a perfect couple. He could empathize with allergy sufferers, while she could relate to the weird cat ladies who came in for therapy. Dr. "S" graduat

ed to new levels of averageness when he started talking about his relationship with the cat woman. At first he was in love, eventually he lectured about how love is work, but now

he despised love ever since the cat woman left him for that cocky ginger tom

tom player from the 80s new wave glam band The Personality Company, a once closeted arch-conservative who was now a corporate accountant. Love. What a joke. He threw darts at the

poster that hung in his office. The giant image was the only that reminded him of his illustrious career in skintight pants on stage. Oh, and his skintight pants, too.