My best friend’s archnemisis in high school was named, no lie, Quishona (Kwee-shon-ah). To me this name sounds like an illness involving gross body noises. (Oh excuse me, that’s just my Quishona raging today)

There was another girl unfortunately named Chiquita. Every time I saw this girl all I could see was her in a grass skirt with fruit on her head.

-S