Brain fart. And I’m not even stoned…
Oh. I totally misunderstood this thread.
Duh🫣
I thought you meant the name of your street. Like if you could name it yourself.
Around here a bunch rural roads are named after the only people that live there. Mine is.
I’m never on the street. So I’m disqualified.
we will go with that
Oh, thank god. I’m not the only one!
I was thinking the same, Beck! 
At a multi-day event I earned the nickname Greedy because I did not like sharing my liquor. Please note this was as a minor, so every drop was precious.
WildaBeast is my street name.
I for one would totally love to meet a WildaBeast in the flesh. That kind of attitude lights my fire.
If I had a street name it’d be Clint the Squint. It’s not real welcoming, or becoming, but it does stop trouble before it starts.
While driving across the country once, I encountered a street named Chicken Fight Road. I don’t know the story behind it but those people know how to name a street.
Ummm…
We’re not alone @EinsteinsHund
I read an ineresting analysis of astronomical data, revealing, a subject I forget because then I noticed that the source was The Bearfight Institute, situated on Bearfight Road in Winthrop WA (which is way the hell up in the eastern flanks of the north Cascades, about 45 minutes from the nearest real city, Chelan). It made me wish I had become an astrophysicist just to get a chance to work there.
I heard a rumor there was a chicken fight along that road. No idea if it’s true.
I’ve told this story before …
When I lived in Las Vegas a lot of small infill developments were done by small operators. Plus of course the mongo developments of 4 square miles done by the big name brand builders.
Anyhow, right near my house was a tiny infill development consising of (I am not making this up) Thisa Way, Thata Way, and Curdsen Way. About 50 houses all told.
I think they win whatever competition we might arrange.
Well sure. Unless a spider comes along.
Over who would get to cross?
Why? Because I won.
I had to look that up. It’s in southeastern Oklahoma. Pretty wild.
West Chicken Fight Road
https://maps.app.goo.gl/kMf4bFGLAKAQQQdu5
I used to live on Cracker Swamp Road. I was barefoot and pregnant at the time. Coincidence?
Correlation may not be causation, but it’s sure the way to bet. 
I grew up on Prison Road.
Which sounds like the title of a country song but is the literal truth in my case.
I had spent the previous evening in Muskogee so I was getting the full redneck experience.