Once upon a time, I was called a "leacherous" bear. Actually, I was described as a cross between a "leacherous" bear and an obnoxious scottish rabbit. Why? Perhaps it was an in thing at that time to have oneself's personality projected onto animals. No, not the sexually depraved way...
It was just amusing that a person that I called a pedagogue, who was a well known english guru amongst friends, would spell lecherous wrong.
So as a constant reminder to myself that even the best pedagogues can make mistakes, I've chosen this name in honor of my friend...who screwed up once. (There was this other incident with a stub, but that's another story...)
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