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HowManyOfMe.com
LogoThere are:
0
people with my name
in the U.S.A.
How many have your name?



Clearly this isn't exactly right; obviously there is one person in the US with my name. It's just statistically unlikely that there is anyone in the US with my name, which is actually kind of cool. Same goes for Mallory and Phoebe; I think there were four Chris-es. There are three people with my maiden name, by the way.

Go try it for yourself!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey thanks for that surname web site! I have just spent the last 10 minutes at work playing on it!


www.120299.blogspot.com
2:01 PM
Anonymous said…
There are 11 people with my name, 2 people with my maiden name, 19 with Seth's, 2 for Rhett's and 9 other Noah's. Pretty cool.
4:06 PM
MomofK9s said…
there are 2 people with my name. I am assuming I am one of them!
4:25 PM
H Noble said…
That was fun! There are 30 of me now, 12 of my maiden name, and 80 of my husband!
Thanks for the fun activity!
Holly
3:10 PM
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