I’m a teacher, and a common cognitive abilities test administered by our special ed department is the Woodcock Johnson.
I have to sit in meetings with support staff, teachers, and parents and hear that read out loud.
There is a housing complex near where I live called “The Turl” (no idea what it means) - the sign is all in capital letters and some wag has added a little bit of paint to the end so that it reads “The TURD” when approached from the one side.
Part of my brain goes “How immature - destruction of property - blah, blah”
The rest goes “Rude word!! Ha-ha!!”
Wow! I do this one, too. It’s funnier sounding than looking to me, though.
Where I used to live there was “Lifelike Prosthetics.” As DH says, well, that’s the idea isn’t it?
My mom and several others had trouble keeping a straight face at a bible study meeting when one guy made a comment about the little boy who stuck his finger in the dike.
The contract for garbage collection in my town is with a sanitation company named CRP. So all of the garbage trucks have “CRP” emblazoned on their sides.
Crap. Heh heh.
There’s an economist that NPR interviews from time to time called Hugh Johnson. I actually do do (heh heh heh) a Beavis and Butthead impersonation in my car when I hear that name.
We used to work with a gentleman who’s first name was Oral. One day during a seminar a co-worker was razzin’ him and she laughed and said, “Ahhh, I love Oral.”
You could have heard a pin drop in that room. And then random "tee hee…snort"s.
“Shuttlecock”