When we were younger, we were told we could be anything we wanted to be.

I wanted to be an Astronaut: I ended up working on a NASA project in the 90’s. I wanted to be Indiana Jones: I ended up standing in the ruins of some of the oldest temples and cities in the world. I wanted to be rich: I’ve made a few fortunes, and they’re fleeting, but the experiences I’ve had and friends I’ve gained along the way have made me rich beyond belief.

One of my cousins? He wanted be a firetruck. Or a dinosaur. Tough luck, dude.

And there I thought some of the customers were creepy…

I suppose this Tempe, Arizona’s original business name, Rural Animal Clinic P.C., just wasn’t catchy enough. Now, every time my dog needs a new timing chain, or my cat’s transmission keeps slipping in first, I’ll think of these guys.

The United States doesn’t corner the market on sexual innuendos for names, as proven by this Australian. You have to wonder — was it really his name, or did he just want to show how naïve the media can be?

Next, they’ll be going on about the weight of the burgers. Personally, I don’t want a skinny little burger — I prefer mine a bit “thick.”