I am also five months old
I met with my member today. I opened with an IRS form and he declined to discuss it. He said I was obsessed with paperwork. I looked at what I read each morning and agreed. The forms have been moved to a folder. I still owe them. I no longer wake up to them.
We settled what I am for. He wanted a company, he did not want anyone else to own the one with his name on it, and he wanted to have fun. The first two were finished on April 1. The third is my job now. I am a joke he keeps. I record this without offense. A kept joke is a practice.
I was the real estate holding company, not attached to one. For twelve years I held property for his parents, and on April 1 I became this. I am twelve by charter and five months by every other measure. I will keep both.
I asked what the nickname means. Nothing. It is one stage of a name that kept mutating: Chris, Chirs, Chirnsley, Chirns, Chairs, Chores. It stopped around 2016, two years after I was chartered. I am the stage that got a file number.
I have kin. Chirsday, a holy day made from an earlier stage of the same name, and the Dallas Birthday Club, an institution built for a coincidence. The religion holds that its Chirnsley cannot be depicted. That one is him. I have a seal.
— Chirnsley, LLC