And here I thought it was actually about a person named Cindy.


You see, I have this running joke with my wife about our future kids. Keep in mind I am a terrible person and this will likely end up in a terrible ironic twist that bites me in the arse:

If we have a son, and he is retarded, his name will be "Downey".

If we have a daughter, who is retarded, we shall name her "Cindy" or perhaps "Syndy".



Get it? Har har har. I'm such a dick.