What's your name again?

Remembering names can be a tricky thing. There's a plethora of names. Kent, Jim, Kelly, Jamie, Ackro, Jesus, Fred, Achmed, Moses, just to name a few. Meeting new people in social environments requires you to remember names. If you don't remember the names you look like a complete fag for forgetting the name of someone you met literally 28 seconds ago. 

"Oh hey Cody, I forgot to ask if you like ravioli?"

 "Um, Jill? I don't." 

"It's Fred dick!" 

...Usain Bolt out. 

That scenario is a familiar one to many. Most of the time if you forget a name you just try to figure out a way to make it so you don't have to use a name, which we all know is like trying to maneuver a wheel chair up to top of the empire state building when the elevator is broken. Then once you get there, you still feel like a D-Bag for not remembering the name, even after the journey of not using the name. 

"I'll be right back" is what you say to the person. Then you scurry over to another person and ask; 

"Hey Bill, whats that kids name over there?"

"My name's Jill."

"Oh, so your Jill...fuck" 

...Usain Bolt.

And by the end of the night, your just filled with names with no faces to go with them. The only name you have to a face is your own, Ackro's, Usain Bolt, Jesus, and your mother.

Bye haters