I had a gynecologist in college whose name was Dr. Fingar.
As in running a wood chipper?
Also, there’s an intersection in town that makes me giggle every time I see it.
The street sign showing the name of the street is “Il destinado” (The destination). The sign just below it reads “Dead End.” 
I wonder if that’s because the face of the CPR doll is based on the death mask of L’Inconnue de la Seine, which approximately contains the sound of the English name “Anne.”
When I did EMT training, they pronounced it Resuci-Annie, though it never occurred to me to wonder why!
Another one in the medical realm, an old high school friend’s mom was a nurse; before she married my friend’s dad, her last name was Paine. Nurse Paine is almost as bad as Nurse Ratched.
(Aw. Look what I found when I googled to make sure I was spelling Ratched correctly: ‘Cuckoo’s Nest’ actress says her Nurse Ratched character is too cruel for her to watch anymore) 
There’s a store here called Payne Furniture. I’m not really inspired to shop there.
First time through I read it as Bob, the raker, and, Jill, the hoer.
It might be good barbecue, but the way you know it’s great barbecue is if the place looks like it should have been condemned five years ago and you know without being told that the woman who takes your order has to pass under a metal detector to visit her next-of-kin.
It’s just a city in Japan though. I mean, I know we nuked it, but so?
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(Aw. Look what I found when I googled to make sure I was spelling Ratched correctly: ‘Cuckoo’s Nest’ actress says her Nurse Ratched character is too cruel for her to watch anymore) 
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The character she played on Shameless last year was a septugenarian jailbird who made Nurse Ratched look like Ma Ingalls.
She sang “Oh! Mr Porter” (composed for her by George Le Brunn), “A Little of What You Fancy”[3] and “She Sits Among the Cabbages and Peas”,[95] which she retitled “I Sits Amongst the Cabbages and Leeks” after some protest.
Well, the BEST barbecue you’ll never get to eat because they’re never open when you go there and you can’t figure out how to actually get there anyway. You might see it from the main road but you can’t figure it out from there.
From today’s headlines:
Which makes this one kind of confusing.
Great barbecue is handed to you through a bulletproof lazy susan:
This is what a great barbecue joint looks like.
I lived in Fort Lee, NJ at one time, and I remember seeing a sign:
SEYMOUR KUNTZ
Gynecologist
I’m sure his profession came first, followed by a name change.
I’ll warrant that *his *Mother didn’t go about saying, “My Son, the Doctor!”
I did a job for a gynecologist once named “Dr DeCunto”