The San Antonio based H E B grocery stores were originally named for Howard Edward Butt.
My high school’s Dean of Boys was Coach Roach!
As a Houstonian, I refuse to feel sorry for Ima Hogg; she had a great life. As kids, we all thought she had sisters named Ura & Hesa–not true!
“This is a LAW FIRM, you creep!” <slams phone down>
“Another one?”
“Fifth one today, the perverts!”
I knew a guy with the last name of Fuchs. Everyone pronounced it fyoosh. Once I heard a guy read it as Fucks.
That’s the name I thought of when I read the thread title.
I came across someone at work with the last name of Yack.
Must..stop..earworm…before…it…starts…
Oh, for your information
Bertha had three sisters
Betty Butt, Bella Butt
And Bathsheba Butt
Names I’ve known:
Sourbeer? No thanks.
Beaver? She’s a nice kickass lady, but I don’t envy her.
Ploof? It’s not dirty, it’s just so…flat.
I did know a girl with the last name of Junk. I could have lived with that, but sometime in the 90s junk became a collective noun for dick and balls.
Beaver? I hardly know 'er!
A friend of mine was saddled with the last name “Fishel.” blech
Raper, Fuqua, Seeman, Roach, Dingle, Horker, Mankiller: these are all no-gos for me.
A Duie Pyle has lots of trucks in the northeast.
Reeks.
It was mine for a short while. Yes, it was awful.
Y’know…here’s an innocuous one for ya… James. It was my maiden name. What on earth could be wrong with a last name of James, you ask?
Filing.
I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve wasted out of my life while people look for misfiled files. “Hi, I’m WhyNot James. Yes, last name James, first name WhyNot. James comma WhyNot. What’s that? You can’t find my file? Look under WhyNot comma James. No, really. Yes, I *know *you’d never make a mistake like that, but seriously, the last 14 times I was here it was misfiled.” Lather, rinse, repeat.
My high school diploma even has my name backwards, despite the fact that I spent my entire life in that school district.
I was rather happy when I got married and got a surnamey sounding surname.
I’ve run across two particularly awful surnames in the past few years. How’d you like your last name to be Manbeavers or Clapsaddle?
Up until this year this guy had a seemingly innocuous name.
Here in my basketball-crazy country, there was a pro-player surnamed Dacula. Everytime he held the ball, the crowd would go, “AWOOOO…” So the poor guy changed his name to Dator.
My brother-in-law, and therefore my sister and their two kids, are Cockroft.
Cockburn is at least a silent ‘ck’. Not so for Cockroft.
I don’t think I’d handle the name Regina very well.
There’s a grocery store called Roach’s in Lepanto, AR. When my sister was living there, I went there more than once.
There’s a flower shop called Pugh’s here in Memphis. They’ve embraced the name with a skunk on their logo.
I went to a doctor once named Maroun Dick. He was a dick too.
I will simply not live with any of the ultra-common last names. That means you, Smith, Jones, Johnson and the rest of yous guys. Just won’t do it.
Mankiller is totally badass.
