In Vietnamese it means “blessing,” and if I ever have kids, I am seriously considering “Phuc”, if there’s ever a #1Son!.

At this point, laughing is not only culturally insensitive, but ensures that you will have to repeat your corporate sponsored diversity training. And because some of us grew up in an area with one of the largest Asian populations South of Boston, we know that the name is Vietnamese, so the middle names “Ng” and “Yu” are both improbable and unsuitable because they are Chinese.

“Dat”, on the other hand, may be acceptable. And little Phuc Dat Dyer will be trained in so many phuc’in forms of Kung Fu that he will seriously split you in half if you even think about grinning at his kick-ass name. Even if you’re a ninja. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

I have been watching too much Kung Fu. Warn #1GF!.

(Note: It should not be inferred that there isn’t any sort of child on the way. This was spawned by a sign I saw that read, “Reserved for Phuc our new intern. (sic)”)

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