I woke up one morning about 20 years ago.  I could tell I was in bed...but I wasn't 100% sure it was MY bed.

It was.

As the haze lifted and the room came into focus a memory from last night flashed in my head. A "Where's Waldo" tattoo that would...eventually, after the hair grew back...be hidden in my bush.

I ripped the covers off!

Thank god...I hadn't done it.  Although, now that I'm super lame...I sort of regret not doing it.

A guy in England will not know my regret.

“It was the culmination of probably too many drinks in the pub where there was a conversation about names,” Bacon Double Cheeseburger said.

"My mum was furious but my dad thinks it's hilarious. He's more than happy to use my new name."

Now, he proudly signs his work emails...DB Cheeseburger.

Brilliant!