My wife always jokes about her (fictional) days as a stripper, when she went by either Peaches LaTour or Cupcakes Cassidy. I’m sure she got the names from somewhere, but I’m not sure where.
Growing up, one of my best friends was Matt Cox. Everytime someone would mention his mom’s name, my Dad would crack up. I never could figure it out. Then I got a little older. Her name was Dreama. No lie. Dreama Cox. You can’t blame her parents, how were they supposed to know who she was gonna marry, eh?
It would have to be a very specialized kind of porn, but…
My father once spoke at a school where the star basketball player was named Bernard Uran. He swears he heard an announcer say, “Bernie Uran is dribbling down the court.”