A few months ago The Wrath, a Canuckian co-worker transplanted to the land of 10,000 lakes, was talking about how some friends of his were getting married up in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada.

“Isn’t it Re-jean-a,” Al, the cutest girl on earth™ asked.
“Uh, no,” we all said. “It’s Ra-jyn-a.”
“Oh,” she said, puckering up her sweet North Dakotan face. “I don’t like that name.”

Her prissy response caused quite the ribald uproar in lunchclub that day. She tried to defend herself by telling us her wholesome parents always pronounced it Re-jean-a, probably to protect her.

Ever since we’ve had about 39 kabillion Regina jokes floating around the office. Because, well any word that rhyme with vagina is damn funny.

Today, The Wrath called us all over and made us sit down. I thought for sure either he was quitting or his wife was pregnant. Instead he starts pulling out Regina memorabilia. Though The Wrath couldn’t make it to the wedding, his friends did and picked us all up souvenirs. As Al pulled on her I *Heart* Regina t-shirt, and The Dougs and I bickered over who got the coolest keychain (I won), The Wrath told us how his friends wandered in and out of the Regina souvenir shops regaling the employees with the tales of the giggly Americans.

One employee told the friends of Wrath that she had tried to get the owner of the store to stock T-shirts that said, “Regina rhymes with fun” but the stodgy old guy would have none of it.

Damn.