While explaining the merits of naming my new puppy Booger -- my mother became more and more agitated. Eventually questioning how she raised a 33 year old adolescent and refusing to see the joy that a dog named Booger could bring. I explained that at Temple she could say "This is my son Oliver who owns the Art Gallery -- did you know he has a dog named Booger?"
The conversation disintegrated to the point of her calling me a "Retard" and hanging up on me (she was laughing when she did it.
So -- still open to named although Booger is still way in the lead. I think Corey and Rocky and I are going to go get him Sunday.
P.S. Juantarded and I had dinner with Josh and Josh last night! I love Josh and Josh. They are so fucking sweet and funny and have that wide eyed just moved to New York for their big adventure energy.
I want to eat with them once a week from now on.
I interviewed them a little and they have genius responses.
Me: So Josh and Josh -- how long have you been rich and famous?
Joshes: (without missing a beat) Since conception.
Oh -- and below is a picture of Booger. He's in the middle.

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