Another friend told me about a Lassere family, whose son is named Bruce.
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There’s also a Chinese restaurant here called Fook Yuen.
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I may have these all beat:
My good friend is a teacher, and has a student who just immigrated from a South African country (forget which) whose named, when it was translated into American english, became:
“Shithead”
He pronounces it “Sheath E ad”
Poor buy. We considered the implications if he worked at the local supermarket when he gets older. They all wear the “Hi, my name is NAME” tags…
Another friend in college had a Vietnamese-American roomate who was “Long Dong Stout.” Cool guy - told him he should go into porn…
Darn. This totally undercuts the Alien Nation ref I was going to post 
We have a Harry Johnson here at work.
I went to boot camp with a Dick Head, and he actually preferred to use Dick instead of any other variation…
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Trusting a police officer named Loser. (See second story, entitled “Bad Call”.)
And if that doesn’t warm your insides, there’s always his delinquent brother, Winner, to complete the picture. :eek:
God, those parents should be immortalized in the hall of infinite putziness -and- tarred and feathered. Poor guys.
I spoke to Rodan today. He does tech support. I would have thought that he’d have an accent. Ya know, japanese, bird, 300 foot monster, something along those lines, but you know what? He sounded urban american.
I didn’t ask him about that whole Godzilla thing. I figured he’d be kinda testy on that topic.
** sivispacem**,
I believe Lemonjello and Orangello are from, or at least originated with, Dan Jenkins’ book “You Gotta Play Hurt”.
Alright so maybe I was snookered, but it still makes for a good story!! Who wants to volunteer to name their children after a dessert snack to vindicate me??
I went to school with a Peachy May (cheerleader too, whoda thunk it?)
We had a shop teacher named Harry Cockrell.
I worked for a man named Athol once. He was.
I knew two kids in my neighborhood named Sonny and Stormy their last name was of no consequence.
Oh I almost forgot at one job I worked with a guy named Hung Ho.
He always got a kick out of someone not knwoing who he was and if they came up and asked “Are you Hung” He’d say “why yes, yes i am”
I grew up with a kid named Mike Hunt.
Are you sure you’re not from Ohio. I went to school with **Richard Dick **. His dad’s name was Harry Dick.
And no, Richard never went by Dick.
They were probably thinking she had some hotential…
We had an author named Gang Wang once… And there was another author whose last name was Yu, first initial P.
Oh, dear.
I wish you all were lying, lying, LYING!
I can’t imagine having to deal with all the crap that these poor people must get day in and day out. I mean, anyone’s name can be made into some demeaning joke. But to start out with such a ripe target???
In college, Dick Blewett lived in the same freshman dorm.
I also once knew guy with the last name Dumbell.
My mother went to school with a girl named Ophelia Rass.
There was a girl at my junior high named Karen Hoarhouse.
I left the following for Matt_mcl to post, but he’s got other things on his mind right now! 
The publisher of the magazine for gay teen boys, XY, is named Peter Cummings.
:smack:
Not AGAIN!!!
Didn’t the Lear family, of Lear Jets name their daughter Crystal Shanda, or something?
What about Dick Shaft?
A friend’s grandmother knew a guy named Dicky O’Toole.
My great grandfather was named Cleveland Brown.
You know how people are always thinking that kids will be so cruel to a kid with a comical name? Sure, it happens sometimes, but kids can also be so incredibly oblivious.
I came home from junior high school one day and told my mom some story about a kid I went to school with by the name of Chuck Yoo.
She said “what did you say his name was??”
I said “Chuck Yoo,” and tried to continue my story.
She said “Chuck Yoo too!”
I said “huh?”
She said “his name’s not really Chuck Yoo. You’re making that up.”
I said “yeah that’s his name. What are you talking about?”
She said “Chuck Yoo! Chuck Yoo! I can’t believe you don’t get it.”
I said “Get what?”
She rolled her eyes, and said “He doesn’t have a brother or sister does he?”
I said, “Yeah, his brother is Henry Yoo.”
She said “No!”
I said “What?”
And she started busting a gut laughing couldn’t breathe or talk and finally she managed to squeak out “Hank Yoo very much!”
I finally got it. Couldn’t look at Chuck or Henry straight ever again.