, which is a special police vehicle intended to scare hookers and their particularly customers off the streets, when my partner spots a “randy-johnson,” his term for a man flashing his erect weinie. When we get on the scene, some fussy hooker is carrying on about the flasher, like she’s never seen one before, and she expects us to be paying all our attention to her. She had what we call a “star jones,” an addiction to being treated like she was something special…
OK, you get the idea. Continue the story by supplying the name of another famous (or infamous) person that also makes sense when the name is just considered as words.
The Supreme Court Justice enjoyed sailing in his time off, and he also enjoyed discussing recondite points of law while asea, so when it came time to hire crew, he made sure he found a learned hand.
There was a Court of Appeals judge named Minor Wisdom.
One I was actually thinking about the other day …
A country star found God and became a gospel singer; then she founded a theme park (a la Dollywood) and named it Faith Hill.
So, we get the hooker calmed down, cuff the exhibitionist, I turn around and there’s a damn “peter benchly” – homeless guy wacking off on a park bench. We call for backup, but the black-and-whites are busy with a “tom cruise” – teen-agers driving slowly, hoping to get lucky – and over on Santa Monica, they’ve stopped a Yugo weaving all over the place.
(Okay, the last one is technically just a bad pun, but I couldn’t resist.)