Some celebrities and sports figures are so full of themselves that they turn their kid’s names into a carnival of ego and arrogance. Here are the six worst.
Kids: Koby Aaron, Kory Allen, Kacy Austin, and Kody Alec
You must really love yourself, and hate your children, when feel the need to start all of your kid’s names with K (for “strikeout”). If the Rocket has any more offspring he may want to consider using P (for “perjury”) or O (for “Oh my God, I am going to jail.”)
Kids: Sage, Seargeoh, Sophia, Sisten and Scarlet
Seargeoh and Sisten? You know you can’t get enough of yourself when you give all your kids names that start with the first letter of your name, and don¹t even give a shit that two of them spell out the sound you make when you accidentally sit on your nutsack.
Kevin Ferguson, a.k.a. Kimbo Slice
Kids: Kevin, Kevin, Kevina, Kassandra, Kiara and Kevlar
At the risk of getting beaten senseless, I had to throw Kimbo on this list. First of all, the letter K isn¹t the easiest letter to start a name with. That’s why it’s worth 5 points in scrabble. So, to not only give all six of your kids names that start with K, but four of which start with Kev, well, on the narcissism scale that’s up there with “I masturbate to a picture of myself masturbating.” I will now go into hiding.
Kids: Rocket Valentin, Racer Maximilliano, and Rebel Antonio
You know you’re a self-absorbed douchewad when you try to use your children’s names to impress Quentin Tarantino. I know Rodriguez thinks he’s edgy, but he made three installments of the spy kids movie, the last of which was just two hours of him sitting in a gold room, counting money. He did the patented “start the name with the first letter of my name” but then upped it a notch when he decided to give them a second name that may be cool for him to talk about at the sundance film festival.
Kids: Deiondra and Deion Jr.
Wanting to name your son Deion Jr. is completely understandable. But don’t squeeze your name into your daughter’s name just to feed your insatiable ego and carry on your larger-than-life persona. It’s almost as if he expects the newborn to come high-stepping out of his wife’s vagina while wearing a do-rag and yelling “Primetime!” It’s a child, not an interception.
His sons are named: George Jr., George III, George IV, George V and George VI George Travis Walls
Naming every son after yourself isn’t egotism, it’s obsessive compulsion. Here’s what goes on inside George’s mind every time he has another son: “Raarrr! George good! George name George again! And again! One more George! How many George that make now? George lose count. George no like math! Raaar! Please buy my grill.”