The good news about naming your daughter Brittney is that no matter which one of the ten or so spellings available, she’s guaranteed to grow up to be making rent with her tits. You name your girl Gladys, she might grow up to be a rocket scientist, she might just make it to CVS overnight pharmacy counter gopher. It’s way too fucking risky. Go with Brittney. She’ll never go hungry.
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