I know a guy who used to be named Steve.
He was named Steve until his parents had another kid.
They felt that the new kid ought to be named Steve.
So, they named the new kid Steve.
“That’s my name!” said the guy who was formerly Steve.
“No, it’s not,” said his parents. “It’s Steve’s name.”
When he asked what his new name was, his parents said “Who cares? All that matters now is Steve.”
Nowadays, he calls himself “The guy who used to be named Steve.”
Unless he’s performing on stage. Then he’s called “Tiffany.”
Hey, don’t judge!