True story: Used to be a Moe’s Bar in Bangkok, with a ripped-off Simpson’s theme and the proud motto: “Where Nobody Knows Your Name.”
Does knowing your name matter when you order one moe, followed by one moe, and just one moe, and aw what the hell, one moe?
One moe, and I won’t know my own name.
At that point, should we just Beckon you?
Ha! A beacon for a Beck-on. I like it.
ETA I will be at your beck and call.
Beck, is your husband’s name Colin? Then you’d truly be Beck and Col.
I am more of a Rebecca at home.
RE: Becca.
It’s all about me. 
Sure, but if you wrote about trees, and the things they have on their branches, and how you wanted to save them, would you be writing,
Re: Leaf
?
Pete and repeat were sitting on a fence, one fell off…
Ah, you know the rest.
Ah, but the undergrowth broke his fall. To this day, he is known as Pete Moss.
Still a sap though.
Spoons, you’re on a roll. And we know a rolling stone gather’s no moss.
But Rolling Stone gathers Kate Moss.
They say “Kiss me Kate”
If I lived in central Florida, I’d never name my daughter Kate. She’d be known as “Kissimmee Kate.”
She could hunt elephants in Alabama, where the Tuscaloosa.
Could she hunt leopards in Spotsylvania, Virginia too?
Well Spokane, Spoons.
Thanks, Leo. I was thinking of mentioning hunting bison in a certain city in New York State, but thought that was too obvious.
Positively Erie; I was thinking of the same place.