My full name is Bernard Vincent O'Hare III. Sounds pretty distinguished, eh?
Not in grade school. Not when kids call you Bernard the turd.
We O'Hares have no imagination. The first male who pops out of the oven is always named Bernard. My son is Bernard, too. He's Bernard Vincent O'Hare IV, or Bernard the fart. His son most likely will be Bernard Vincent O'Hare V, or Bernard the filth. It's boring, but a great way to evade creditors.