Staring at a white wall with a bad headache. Killing time. So how about some story about a little Indian who goes to the Old Chief who names the newborn babies of their tribe.
“Can I ask you something Old Chief?” says the Indian boy.
“Anything my child,” replies the Old Chief.
“How do you come up with our names?”
Old Chief thinks for a moment and replies, “Well, it’s like this: when a baby is born, I look for clues around me or anything that strikes me as something fancy at the very moment of birth. For instance, when I see an eagle flying in the sky, I would name a newborn Flying Eagle. If it's gentle breeze, I'd give the baby the name Sweet Breeze. Now tell me, Two Fucking Dogs, why are you asking ?”