Probably The Bob and Tom Show.
Paging Mr. Hock. Mr Mike Hock.
Mr. Jablomey, paging Heywood Jablomey.
Mr. Case, paging Justin Case.
That’s the one. That “commercial” has me rolling in the floors every time I hear it.
I occasionally use “McCracken, first name Phil”. Kills 'em every time.
Where is this from? It has been bugging me since this morning, and I can’t figure out why I know this. I want to keep singing this over and over now. Please help stop the madness!
It reminds me of a song I used to hear on alternative radio… something akin to
“Mr. Davolina , paging Bob Davolina (sp?)”
It creeps into my head every now and then leaving me very confused and frustrated.
Mr. Dobolina, Mr. Bob Dobolina. It was from a Monkees album in the '60s.
What about Car Talk’s law firm?
Dewey, Cheatem, Undhow.
The Monkees? Really? Wow. :smack: I had no idea that was their song. Damn catchy thing.
Not a pun, but well-known:
Paging Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard.
Then, of course there’s the Payne-Diaz family (Sasha, Major, Stella, et al.)
My fave is the Blues Coordinator, Mohammadan Ptolemy.
Interesting – I didn’t know that. There’s a rap song by that title that was done in the (I think) late 80s or early 90s by Del The Funky Homosapien. The repetition of that particular sample is really, really catchy, and I’ll probably have it in my head the rest of the day.
Oh…it’s a hideous ear worm alright…
It’s entitled Zilch
Several years ago I had Mr. Ah Clem paged at the airport. An old Firesign reference.
Oliver Faltz is one of my pseudonyms. “I love her in spite of Oliver Faltz.”
Rosa Mungthorns.
Lisa Buick.
Ophelia Hardin.
Here are some taped ones from Heathrow Airport. Hilarious.
*This is the story…
We‘d go and sit on the balcony at Terminal 3 at Heathrow Airport, directly under one of the PA speakers where we put a tape machine in a bag with the microphone poking out of the top. Then we‘d look for a flight that had arrived in the last 40 minutes from somewhere where you‘d expect people with unpronounceable names i.e. Saudi Arabia.
We would then go to the Airport Help Desk with a prewritten note containing the names of fictitious passengers and ask them to read out the names over the PA system.
The passenger’s names looked innocent enough on paper but they sounded like something else when read out loud.*
http://www.hendess.net/london.htm
Makollig Jezvahted and Levdaroum DeBahzted is my favorite.
Paging Mr. Rection…Mr. Hugh G. Rection…
I don’t get it.
Buster Hymen.
A. Pancho.
A. Cisco
Renata Tampons
National Lampoon’s 1962 High School Yearbook Parody has pages of names like this.
A friend of mine fancies himself as Hugh Jorgan. Don’t know if he made it up himself, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets himself a t-shirt with it printed on it.
When I was just a young lass working in an office for the first time, I was filling in for the receptionist and a man called for one of the execs.
Me: May I take a message, sir?
Him: Yes, the name’s Dover. First name Ben.
It turned out to be the exec’s buddy. They must have planned it because rather than get the written message from me he called me from his office and had me read it to him. :smack:
My name’s Wookinpanub, and I am a laughingstock.
At the risk of getting this zombie closed by resuscitating it, I just wanted to share a link that fans of this thread might enjoy.
See Anomalous List of Unusual Names and note that there are more than the “Clean” ones to add to your repertoire.
How many new Dopers will we see with some of these names?
This reminds me of the running gag on Laugh-In where they would pick two actual well-known people and say “If X married Y…”, as follows:
Did you know that, if Christie Brinkley married Sean Hannity, she’d be Christie Hannity?