I understand how you feel, Chongo. Years ago I acquired a camouflage painted Subaru wagon from a professional wrestler called, "Rouben Barzoun, the Human Baboon".

The confusion was just terrible. Especially since he'd written an autobiography called "God is My Tag-Team Partner". My girlfriend wouldn't date me anymore and I was voted out of my co-op. So I joined Scientology, and when they saw my car, I got kicked out of that, too.

I finally traded in for one of those pink "Mary Kay Cosmetics" Cadillacs that had been in an accident, and was able to get a job selling Amway.

Nowadays, I just say, "I'm a Bonabo, Dammit, a BONABO!!"