Nasty side-effects

I went to school with a boy named Virgil. I think you know what his nickname was!

When my parents were choosing a name for my third brother, my mother wanted to name him Duane.
I was there, but too young to care (beyond worrying about the increased competition!) -- but it's been reported to me that my dad refused.

All he could hear was, "Duane the bathtub, I'm dwowning!"