There was a guy I went to school with who’s name was Maboob. I’m sure this was quite a fine name in his native tongue, but playing the ‘Maboob game’ always had my friends and I falling all over ourselves.
Examples:
Maboob has fallen down!
When was the first time you met Maboob?
etc, etc. It never got tired.
Peg Legg.
I once dated a girl named Happy Easter. I met her at a party. When she told me her name I made her show me her driver’s license.
I once worked with a customer named Dick Booth. Sounded like something you’d find at a Porn Convention.
In my local phone book, there is a listing for Elmer Fudd.
Another personal verification–I even saved the roll sheet.
First day of class, I always called out by last name & asked the students their preferred appelation (saves pronunciation hassles). As I’m going through the list, one young lady states that her name is (phonetically) Tah-shane.
I look back down at the sheet. I look at her. I try not to react as I write that phonetic spelling over her name:
(ready?)
Towchain.
I once met a married couple with the last name Cupp. Now think about it for a moment: What would be the absolute worst name for them to give to their son?
Go ahead, think about it. I’ll wait.
Yep, that’s right. And they went ahead and did it.
They named their boy Stanley.
Did Stanley Cupp have a sister named Dixie? 
I served in the army with these guys so I never knew their first names:
Seargent Miracle.
Major Fochop, pronounced Fock-op.
Being that he was an officer everyone held a straight face when his name was mentioned.
Could be worse if they named her Dee. 
This guy sounds like fun.
So does she.
The Dick on this page is the son of a guy I worked with in Vancouver. (Also named Richard. How can you go through school with a name like that and then give it to your son?)
My husband works with someone called Ivor Mciver which always cracks me up. But he also knows someone with the same name, pronounced Ivor Mciver, but spelt like this:
Eoabhairdh Maceoabairdh. Its gaelic, and he’s not completely sure of the spelling so any gaelic people feel free to correct me But man, what a handle :eek:
Why am I picturing the ‘Biggus Dickus’ scene from Life of Brian?
A girl I knew in college was listed in the yearbook under the following name:
C. Rebecca Suk
Unfortunately, I never did.
There’s a radio station in Detroit that has a weather lady named Paige Turner…but I don’t know if it’s her real name.
Oh, and my dad works with a guy named Dick Assendelft. I’ve never met him, which is probably a good thing.
We have two Harry Weiners in the Cleveland phone book.
All this talk of unfortunate names reminds me of my favourite (I’m lying) member of staff in my previous job … Ivor Dick Blewitt.
And I once knew a boy called Matthew Matthews. I really want to know what on earth the parents were thinking of.
My wife’s high school guidance councilor’s name was Judy Judy Judy.
I once worked with a woman named Candy Dish.
Then there’s our old friend Spring who married a guy with the last name of Green…
The president of Wawa convenience stores is Dick Wood. I have no idea why him or any of the other “Dicks” in this thread don’t call themselves Richard.
I know a guy called Paul Dick (which quickly turns to ‘pull’ of course), and his brother is called ‘Chase’ of all things…Mean, mean parents.
I also know a guy called B.Archer, and saw someone called P.Enis in the phonebook once.
At work the other day I ran across a client named Annette Curtain.
Or Beatrice. They could have called her Bea for short.
I was once served in a restaurant in Los Angeles by a guy named (I kid you not) Pedro Demitrius Wong.