I think they did that on purpose, because I’ve never seen that name transliterated any way other than Somporn.
My oldest son’s intials are O.S. but he came this close to having O.J. (our last name is Simpson :smack: ). We didn’t even notice until my mother mentioned it.
The local hospital had a Doctor Death (pronounced Deeth) working there for a while.
There were some twins mentioned on the radio a few years back during the ‘todays’ birthdays’ segment called Korben and Leeloo. My ex-brother-in-laws’ brother & wife called their twins Bo and Hope.
I knew a dainty lady who worked (lucky for her) in the publishing business whose real name was Pewella Dick. She was dignified, aristocratic and a lifelong spinster, in looks and manner rather resembled Jessica Tandy.
There was a doctor around where I grew up, a psychiatrist no less, with the diabolical name of Lazarus Secunda.
I had a cusromer once, a young African-American fellow,–this was some thirty years ago–whose name was, and this was on his credit card: Hitler A. Richards.
There was a movie producer a long time back named Orville O. Dull, and based on the films he produced I think it’s fair to say he lived up to his name.
I had an intern last year. Her name?
Sandy Puttock.
Best name ever.
Years ago my dentist told me I needed my first root canal. “I don’t do those. You’ll need to see the root canal dentist.” He then turned to the office manager and said “Set up an appointment for Gwen with Dr. Payne.”
So, of doctors Beaver and Payne I must ask, chicken, or egg?
With all due respect, these are more believable (and hence funnier) with some kind of citation. Anybody can say “I went to school with Disgusting Q. Bottomwiper,” but it’s another thing entirely to cite his collected works.
In that spirit, I present the notorious criminal Oral Suer, which is funny whether you pronounce the last name “Sewer” or “Swear.”
Also, I once worked in a firm which listed someone in their phone directory with the apparently real last name Pagan-Colon. It’s probably completely respectable in the Philippines.
^^Was it “Scrumptious?”
Funniest name I ever found long ago whilst getting high and paging through the phonebook: Amanda Cockream.
Name of elementary gym teacher’s wife: Ida Boner.
My dad went to high school with a kid name Willy Ball. “Will he, or won’t he? All the ladies wanna know!”
Along that lines is Angel Pagan, the MLB player. Talk about an oxymoron.
I just saw a commercial for some sort of cold spray that’s supposed to shorten your cold. The president of the company’s name: Ted Karkus. Perhaps it shortens more than your cold, yes?
One of the finest woodworkers I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with must have had some hellish school years. ***His ***first name was Beverly and his last name was Horlick.
Not embarrassing in a winkwinknudgenudge way like so many here, but we used to bike past an ancient-looking house.
There on the mailbox:
Kilbourn Klapsaddle
We ran home and looked him up in the phone book. Yep, Kilbourn did indeed live there.
Well, we’d stake out the house every time we passed by on our way to the comic book store… for a couple of minutes (hey, we had comics to roll up and stuff in our back pockets!). But we never caught a glimpse of him.
I still regret not devoting a whole day to a stake out.
Jimmy Queer had a crush on me in grade school. There are a whole lot of the family “Queer” in certain parts of Western Pa. One time I had a cab driver whose last name was Flucker. He said he drill sergeants had a ball with that in boot camp.
And pity his poor old Mother Flucker.
I just discovered that we have an employee here named Angel Sweat. I always figured that angels glistened.
My father’s childhood best friend was Mark Land. Doesn’t seem too bad until you realize that every official form you fill out asks for your last name first.
Also, his sister’s name was Candy.
Are you sure it wasn’t Clapsaddle with a C?
http://thepomoblog.com/index.php/adieu-fair-phone-book-adieu/
(His grandson commented on that article!)
I went to high school with a pair of guys whose last name (which I don’t know how to spell, and I have no idea where my yearbooks are) was a homophone for ‘semen’.
Yes, the predictable incredibly mature jokes were made.
I knew a guy with the name of Baumfalk.
Our respected owner of a local trucking company is Harry Bush. His trucks are frequently an impromptu photo op for our tourists.
Had a friend who’s bosses name was Sandy Semen. Ouch!