Before you go on to Intercourse, you might need Condom, France.
Ass-Toaster Extraordinaire, SDMBSRC
Oh yeah, I forgot:
There is STILL a Beaver Crossing Nebraska
(“It’s taking longer than we thought!”)
Sweet Basil
You’re guaranteed to find Love in Saskatchewan.
“If anybody wants a sheep, that is proof that he exists.”
Intercourse in PA, but to get it, you’ll need your New Sharon, in IA.
Stupid people surround themselves with smart people. Smart people surround themselves with smart people who disagree with them. - Isaac Jaffee
Here in Wisconsin, we’ll take care of you either in Horicon or Hustler.
Well, in Maine you get to Bangor.
…or at least Beaver Dam, Kentucky
In Newfoundland you can always ‘Come By Chance’
That IS a real place… my hubby was born there and I didn’t believe it until I saw his birth certificate!
Or Paradise. 
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
Hey, how’s she goin’ bye? In newfoundland we have:
Dildo (North and South)
Cow Head
Come-by-Chance
Blow-me-Down
Joe-Batt’s-Arm
Cape Bay
Gander
Killbride (Great place to get married)
Mosquito Bight
Gros Water Beach
Great Gull Lake
Bishop’s Fall
Jackson’s Arm
Middle Arm
Sop’s Arm
Heart’s Content
Petite Force
Round Pond
Badger
Goose Cove
Brig Bay
… And we’re not ashamed of it. But maybe we should be. Ask anyone from here, though, and they’ll tell you we ALL know how to throw a party. 
E.
… meant to add - I leave it up to you younguns to come up with the goodies <g>
E.
“Semper Ubi Sub Ubi.” =-)
Of course, heading south from Cincinnati into Kentucky, you pass Sugartit on the way to Big Bone (which has its own state park: Big Bone Lick).
Welcome To North Carolina!
In order to get to Climax, you first run through Ricky Mount. It’s close to High Point.
Yer pal,
Satan
ROCKY Mount! ROCKY Mount!
:: damn ::
Yer pal,
Satan
Well out here in the farmland of Alberta we may not have climax and intercourse but we do have the “Foremost” “Sexsmith” around and her name is “Hanna” She cruises around in her “Olds” picking up men. An eyewitness told me that “Hanna” and “Raymond” were in “Canmore” (Where I suppose they can do more!) and the police busted them for stealing a “Bentley”. They didn’t get very good “Legal” advice and they wound up in “Beaver Lodge” which is a pretty “High Level” prison. Rumor has it that “Hanna” use to give all the guards “Barrhead”! Now that had to hurt! She’s due out in 6 months, Raymond got in a fight with an inmate named “Lamont” and tried to “Killam” So he’s in for another 4 years.
Ahhh, Intercourse, Pennsylvania! Reminds me of a trip last fall right through that very area with Hubby, his best friend, his wife, me and our son.
Chuck ( best friend) refused to stop in Intercourse to let us women folk get out and look at Amish stuff.(He hates the Amish) So he kept on trying to by pass it with side roads. ( There is only one major road in the area, as far as I could tell.) With the twisting and turning side roads, Chuck kept on (no pun intended) coming out in the same damn area, just outside of town, not where he wanted to be. We ended up driving through town, without stopping, a number of times.
After three or four tries, with two nagging women pestering him, I said, “I’ve been through Intercourse three times today and my pants are still dry.” Where it progressed down to: " I’ve been thru Intercourse with a Bird-in-Hand" ( A nearby town)
I once received a postcard from Graffenberg, KY that said “I found the spot.” Never found out who sent it.
For the record, Climax is nowhere near Love, Saskatchewan, nor is it close to Big Beaver. Unfortunately the Climax Motel closed a few years ago, not enough business.
Keith
You want brilliance BEFORE I’ve had my coffee!!!
LOL, Batgirl. Anyone from KY want to buy me like 20 of those?
My father once drove an hour out of our way so we could drive through Athol, MA. The high school mascot was the Vikings. So they are the Athol Vikings. We went down Main St., and witnessed Athol Insurance, Athol Jewelers, and my favorite, Athol Police. My family was in tears.
While driving to Florida, we stopped in the Dismal Swamp. They weren’t kidding. It was Dismal.
As for my homestate: You can’t get great sex in Vermont, but you won’t get bad sex, either. You’re guaranteed Middlesex.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. - Wordsworth
I think there’s also a Middlesex in New Jersey. And don’t forget French Lick, Indiana.