The other day, I had a guest over at my apartment. I showed him to the new supermarket near where I live; he in turn pored over the wide selection of goods within.
The diminishing-quality water named "Steve" sent him into hysterics.
So did "Lerry's Cornflakes".
In fact, the store's entire selection of poorly-named, pseudo-Western goods was a source of hours-long merriment for him.
The next day, he came back with a camera and began photographing every product in sight. Finally, a guard, disconcerted by his ridiculous behavior, came over and told him to stop--an order which he did not obey, and which resulted in ongoing scrutiny as we shopped.
Today, I was in the supermarket again, when I discovered a new poster erected in his honor. It said:
LOL.
