Rocko's Modern Life
I have a co-worker who, for the sake of anonymity, I shall refer to as X. For some reason, I always want to call him “Rocko.” I’m not sure why this is.
When I think of the name “Rocko,” I usually think of a muscle-bound Italian of lower than normal intelligence. While X might be of Italian descent, he’s hardly a muscly moron.
He’s not a scrawny guy, by any means, but he isn’t overly muscular. And, he’s not stupid, either. He’s a computer programmer, so one assumes that he’s of at least average intelligence.
Why I constantly want to refer to him as “Rocko,” I’m not sure.