And now, a man with three buttocks…. and to prove it, we will ask his cycling partner …
…. Aye! ‘struth!
NYC has a corner of two streets Seaman and Cumming.
My neighborhood is four streets named for birds, one being Swallow. We live next to the high school so that sign gets stolen every couple years or so.
West of Grass Valley, CA there’s a Rough and Ready Highway. Maybe I just have a dirty mind, but “Rough and Ready” sounds vaguely sexual to me.
I had a friend in Oxford, UK, that lived on Toot Hill Butts road.
After a few pints, impossible to tell the cabbie where you want to go without busting out laughing like your 4.
In Brooklyn Heights, you can be between Amity and Congress.
A few blocks south you can go to the intersection of President and Clinton.
Loads in the UK. There’s Cockermouth Close in Leamington Spa. A couple Penistone roads, and the village of Twatt in Scotland. There are a couple books by Dominic Greyer called Lesser Spotted Britain and Far from Dull and other places that show funny or interesting place names.
Morningwood Dr, Olney, MD
And a few more blocks to the south, Clinton intersects with Bush.
In Portland, OR, there’s a Couch St., which would be innocuous enough except that it’s pronounced “cooch.”
There’s actually two Twatts: one in the Shetlands and one in the Orkneys.
Ottawa CAN has an intersection of Trump and Celebration.
Montreal CAN has a street named “Trésor Caché” (Hidden Treasure) Translated from French:
“The mystery of the hidden treasure has never been elucidated, but one thing is certain, there must have been something fishy going on since an interview with a journalist from La Presse on this subject was published on July 5, 1900, reporting the legend of the Hidden Treasure: according to a fortune teller, a treasure of great value would have been hidden in Lachine during the Canadian-American War around 1812. Initially, the land that Romain Bélanger had bought for his son François-Xavier was vast, covering the quadrilateral formed by Lasalle Boulevard, Des Oblats Street, Clément Street, and the approaches to the Mercier Bridge (over 100 acres). In 1900, François-Xavier and his wife were elderly, and the barking of their two dogs woke them up in the middle of the night. Early the next morning, their son noticed about 6 acres from the house, near where the Immaculate Center stands today, a freshly dug hole.
The scheme was repeated twice but the marauders, having most likely been frightened by the gunshot fired by the Bélangers, never returned. Even though they left a rubber (slap) as well as a pick and a shovel near the holes, the investigation did not go any further. One of the sons, more intrigued than the others, also dug…without finding anything. The rest is a legend. When Roman Bélanger acquired this land from Guillaume Imbault de Mentha in 1837, the house already had a long existence, having been built in 1740.”
“I knew it! I’m surrounded by Twatts!”
I really want to find someone with family roots in both towns, and bribe the Crown to make him a Peer, with the magnificent title “Lord of the Twatts”
Console yourself with the knowledge that there is still a Dyke Road in Brighton, the city which is, happily, the gay capital of the UK.
j
Wouldn’t he need 4 buttocks? With three there’s only space for two cocks.
There is a short, 2 block long side street near me optimistically named Busy Street.
Since there is a Cocke County in Tennessee, I wondered if there is a Cocke Road. It looks like there are a few. I found Pleas Cocke Road in Louisianna.
Some more UK examples: