Fun thread. I’ve known:
Scarlet Angel
Plymouth Rock
Velvet Night
Delight (not adding her last name, but the first always knocked me for a loop)
Augustus “Gus” Cesar (yes, his brother was named Julius)
My Latin teacher was named Mr. Fear. I thought the subject matter was terrifying but he was a lovely, dorky bloke.
My wife’s cousin is named Ronald McDonald as well, and he’s a judge.
When I was teaching, I had a friend who had a student named Boy Sanchez.
I work with a Mr. Turnipseed!! Much too young to be the same guy but maybe a relative…
I once met a Barbie Angel. It was at a school dance and she was bleach blond with a pink dress, very tan… the name fit!
I went to school with an Anthony Anthonis. (sp? It was pronounced that way.)
When I was in high school my best friend wanted to prank call a Richard Head that lived around town. I remember a teenage girl answered the phone, my friend just said “Is Dickhead there?” (all one word, she didn’t even attempt to separate it into the actual name), and I could just hear the eyeroll as the other girl yelled “DAAAAAD”…
I once knew a Johnny-John Johnson. He had a lazy eye and his sister never wore a bra.
Worked with a guy named Palm Tropix
Went to school with a guy named Foday Tarawali del Pieve Gobi Fortier
Worked with a girl named Jenna Tole
Had that name at work today. Probably a different person.
Lets hope so, otherwise he is more famous than he realises.
I know a psychiatric worker called Chuck Honeybun. To make it worse, Chuck is not a usual christian name here in the UK.
And to make it even worse, there used to be a local TV show that had a three feet high bunny called Gus Honeybun. You could (or the parents could) write in on the child’s birthday, and Gus would jump up and down once for each year. (My god, we had fun in those days!)
I knew a Chinese guy named Long Wang.
We joked that it would be really funny if it turned out his real name was Steve or something, and that Long Wang was just a self given nickname.
There are users on our work network named pnutter and phart.
My high school auditorium was the “Harry A. Putt Memorial Auditorium”. The sign was regularly vandalized.
Through work I’ve seen
Warwick Hunt
Ocean Bridge
Olive Bridge
Orson Cart
My uncle knew some people called Curtin who called their daughter, Annette.
i went to high school with a Pat Hiscock. He always joked that if he had a daughter he would name her Caress.
My two contributions: Dick Rapp and Peter Tutor.
In the 80s, I was friends with a guy named Lewis Lewis.
I once found a paper left in my classroom that was written by Sparkle Moore.
The wife of a guy I know once delivered a baby named Luscious Cox.
I went to elementary school with a girl whose last name was Raper. That’s an uncomfortable name to have.
One of my great-uncles was named JT. Just JT. His parents had nine boys and a girl and I guess they got tired of coming up with boys names after a while.
There’s an RV dealer in Indiana named Tom Raper. For forty miles in either direction on I-70, there are signs proclaiming “Now approaching ‘Raper Country’”, “Now entering ‘Raper Country’” and so on. Well thought out, that one.
I worked at an answering service while in university, and kept a list of odd names I encountered. It’s probably still stuffed into a drawer somewhere. I do distinctly recall:
Venus Piano
Beryl Bigcanoe
Honey Palm
Velvet Warrior
Harry Palm (elderly fellow in nursing home)
Ruby Diamond
Dr. Dong
Now I see the occasional good one on an application to rent: girls named Saffron, Clover, Crimson. I liked Clover so much that I had it in mind for when we got our dog, and yes, she’s Clover the dog.
There’s a realtor in our office named Ron(ald) MacDonald.
Nick Burns-Cox
Enough of a name in its own right, you might think. Add to the mix that he’s a Urologist at a hospital nearby. Maybe it’s some kind of medical synchronicity that makes them choose a particular speciality, but I’ve also worked with a Mr Pipe, Gynaecologist.
My, Mike Hunt sure gets around…
Wolfgang Wolf used to be the trainer of German soccer club VFL Wolfsburg.
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At a nearby school when I was growing up, there was a Cannon and Crystal Ball. They were brother and sister.