Met this guy today - Pat Batrynchuk. This got me to thinking about one of the teachers I had in highschool. A guidance counselor - a certain Mr. Pinchuck. He claimed to have had an academic background in psychology, so we used to love tormenting him and screwing with his mind. One of the rituals we would observe was to chant this delicious and deprecating little tongue twister: "How many pins could Pinchuck chuck if Pinchuck could chuck pins?" Needles to say (er..make that "needless to say"), he pretty much despised this from the depths of his soul.
Now, Pat Batrynchuk is a really great chap, but I was utterly powerless. Nothing I could do could prevent my mind from inevitably extrapolating that stupid old tongue twister to this new name I had learned. I found myself repeating in my head: "How many Batryns could Batrynchuk chuck if Batrynchuk could chuck Batryns." When it struck me how absurd this was - and right in the middle of the meeting, I might add - I chuckled.....internally.......of course.