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Only in Louisiana....

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coldplugs said:
We have "TNT Creek", "Ape Canyon", "Misery Gore", and 65 places named "Mud Pond". A section of our town is (aptly) named "Purgatory". We also have "Poland", "Paris", etc as shown here:


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Plus a million hard to pronounce Indian names like "Chemquasabamticook Lake" and "Chemquasabamticook Lake".
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Ross Lake!! :smirk:
 
I live about 20 mile south of "Scuffletown". Always wondered how it got that name . . . :crazyeyes:
 
I spent a lot of time in the eastern PA area Elliot lives in, been to all those li'l bergs. I'm partial to the ones like Macungie, Perkiomen, Conshohocken... that reminds me, I gotta find a distelfink fer my shed! :jester:
 
...found a few more....
Loveladies, New Jersey
Hooker, Oklahoma
Hooker Hole, Louisiana
Romance, Arkansas
Horneytown, North Carolina
French Lick, Indiana
Sweet Lips, Tennessee
Fanny, West Virginia
Busti, New York
Bird in Hand, Pennsylvania
Big Beaver, Pennsylvania
Butts, Georgia
Buttzville, New Jersey
Dicktown, New Jersey
Erect, North Carolina
New Erection, Virginia
Dickshooter, Idaho
Intercourse, Pennsylvania
Loving, New Mexico
Climax, Georgia
Conception, Missouri
Fidelity, Missouri
Kinda makes you wonder what THEY were thinking. :devilgrin:
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I grew up in Big Beaver. Still payin' taxes there. Me mum used to joke about openin' a restaurant; no menu, rather ya get what was on the stove that day... and it woulda been called "Mom's Easy Beaver Restaurant". :jester:
 
Don't forget that Intercourse is just up thje road from Blue Balls.
 
& how far from Hooker Hole?
 
DrEntropy said:
I grew up in Big Beaver. Still payin' taxes there. Me mum used to joke about openin' a restaurant; no menu, rather ya get what was on the stove that day... and it woulda been called "Mom's Easy Beaver Restaurant". :jester:
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That reminds me of a restaurant in Italy that I knew of. Small local place that only the locals knew about. The proprietor determined the menu based on what was available that day from the local farmers markets so there was no set menu. To find out what was on the menu for that evening, and to make a reservation, you had to know his cell phone number. Then you had to hope he answered it. The place could only seat about 20 people, if they were friendly. He only prepared enough food for those that had made reservations or that he had invited. Very odd place, very odd person. Though not unique once you got "off the beaten path" in Italy.
 
tony barnhill said:
Gliderman8 said:
Well, you guys have some interesting names of towns BUT I may have you beat... I live near INTERCOURSE, PA
What were they thinking when they named the place?
Intercourse, PA
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Game over! You win unless somebody lives near a town that is named the colloquial of Intercourse.....F----
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A village in Austria is just so blessed:

https://www.snopes.com/photos/signs/austria.asp


The second set of street signs is so apt.... :devilgrin:
 
swift6 said:
DrEntropy said:
I grew up in Big Beaver. Still payin' taxes there. Me mum used to joke about openin' a restaurant; no menu, rather ya get what was on the stove that day... and it woulda been called "Mom's Easy Beaver Restaurant". :jester:
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That reminds me of a restaurant in Italy that I knew of. Small local place that only the locals knew about. The proprietor determined the menu based on what was available that day from the local farmers markets so there was no set menu. To find out what was on the menu for that evening, and to make a reservation, you had to know his cell phone number. Then you had to hope he answered it. The place could only seat about 20 people, if they were friendly. He only prepared enough food for those that had made reservations or that he had invited. Very odd place, very odd person. Though not unique once you got "off the beaten path" in Italy.
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Must be an Italian thing. That's about how she'd describe the plan. She was first gen American born Italian. And eldest of six.
 
All these names make me wonder about Woman Hollering Creek (on I10, just east of San Antonio).
 
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