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My Rock Star name (first pet & current car) Bitsy Civic
My Gangsta name (fave ice cream & fave cookie) Moose Tracks Snickerdoodle
My "fly girl" name (first initial of first name & first three letters of last name) Asch
My detective name (fave color & fave zoo animal) Blue Giraffe
My Soap Opera name (middle name & birth city) Irene Wichita
My Star Wars name (first three letters of your last name, first two letters of your first name) Scham
My Superhero name (second favorite color & favorite drink with "The" in front) The Red Sumatra
My Porn Star name (second pet's name & mother's maiden name) Buffy Burns
My Nascar name (first names of your grandfathers) Zello Lehman
My lounge singer name (your fave perfume & your favorite candybar) Lauren Reese
My witness protection name (mother's and father's middle names) Irene Dale

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AnneR said…
Here are some of mine:
Captain Prius
Chubby Hubby Gingersnap
A-rem
Pink Elephant
Marie Evanston
The Lavender Cosmo
Chanel Snickers
6:46 PM
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