My worry with Twain is like with Oscar Wilde - they would be amazing to hang with, but when other targets don't present themselves, your every failing would get torn to shreds on the regular.
My worry with Twain is like with Oscar Wilde - they would be amazing to hang with, but when other targets don't present themselves, your every failing would get torn to shreds on the regular.
Isn't that what friends are for? I know plenty of people, including myself, with somewhat humiliating nicknames because of something that happened to them over a decade ago or a weird quirk of their name.