For two reasons - one that it was always the name of posh clothes shops in comics (Swanky Modes), and two, that it contains the word wank.

Used to hear it a lot in football commentaries when I was a young lad. I was convinced it was some kind of punishment metered out to gonadal region for a late tackle.

Masticate is always one we enjoyed using at school (if we could ever shoe horn it in).

Feltham

Shouldn't still be funny after 220-odd years. But it is.

Titziana - i never fail to find this tres hilare.

Over the holidays, my teenage daughter taught her 7 year old brother to tell me that he wants a Shih Tzu. (What, Dad, what? It's a kind of dog! etc etc)

Bloody Tower. *snigger*

It's a horrible word

made us snigger in a general studies lesson many years ago - probably an offence comparable to Muffin the Mule. However, the name stuck in my mind, and how thrilled I was to actually see some of his astounding work at Burleigh House a few years past.

Never fails to make the 10-year-old inside me laugh.

always used to raise a guffaw in biology and still raises a titter.

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SMEG? Who's going to buy anything? Agree about moist though. "Panty pads" bring me out in a cold sweat, it's my Catholic education.

and under-carriage

I was in France last week, and was offered a cheese course in between the main and the dessert. My friends looked shocked when I referred to this as intercourse...

as in:

"Would you like toad in the hole?"

"And would you like a burst mooth?"

...whose MD was called Akin Kok. I had to call him as my colleague couldn't without bursting into hysterical laughter.

mushrooms...they'e not that bad actually.

I also had a bit of a childish giggle yesterday dealing with a venue in France where the contact was a delightful young lady called Fanny.
I had to call her back too, it was difficult having to ask for her whilst trying to sound like a rational adult.

I should have gotten over things like that years ago...

nasty little word, sounds like some unspeakable sexual depravity

which includes White-Stemmed Bramble or to give it its latin name RUBUS COCKBURNIANUS with a straight face.

An ex-girlfriend of mine always got upset when I said the word "pawn store". No kidding. It might have been the way I pronounced it with my German accent but just to be on the safe side I suggest not to use that word around uhm "sensitive women". Unless you want to get a kick. ;-)

I can regularly be heard on the phone using the phrase "80 mil. flap with a 10 mil. gusset"
Raised an eyebrow or two when I had to office share with some town planners.

... the director is named Randy Bumgardner.

There is nowhere more comic to sit at the theatre

Where I'm from in Yorkshire, a "turnout" is a particularly productive trip to the lavatory.

Consequently, there are sniggers galore to be had during elections with every commentator speculating on the chances of a good turnout

I can never take forensic analysis of car crash scenes in movies seriously if they talk about measuring the skidmarks

used to end in BJ, and I was always a bit embarrassed to use it over the phone, so I'd never say BJ, I'd go straight to spelling it out phonetically, and say, "B for Batman, J for Joker."

And they'd say, "BJ?"

And I'd go beetroot anyway.

If you see someone laughing their ass off when they see the word fitter or outside a fitting room they're probably from Norway.
Fitte(r) means cunt(s) in Norwegian.

For some mysterious reason the Norwegian girl name Wenke causes some sniggering in Britain.

Would you eat one?

would you like stuffing ?

and of course "mince"

I do like a bit of flange on my guitar

The Dutch leader of the far left bloc in the European Assembly (and Third Vice-Chairperson: Committee on Rules of Procedure, Immunities and Institutional Affairs no less) http://assembly.coe.int/ASP/AssemblyList/AL_MemberDetails.asp?MemberID=5...

The former US congressman and Ambassador to Norway http://www.nndb.com/people/875/000127494/

And the legendary Turkish emmisary to Russia during WW2, whose name so delighted our man in Moscow at the time, Sir Archibald Clark Kerr http://www.ntk.net/2000/02/25/moscow.gif

...reminds me of an end of term review in front of the whole school. Long time ago so a sketch was based on the Antiques programme where contestants had to describe the use of an object. First up a toilet roll "Now this is a scroll of parchment on which the ancients left marks!" - this and other remarks was enough for the Catholic Priests to pull the plug.

has always made me chuckle - not quite the same thing, I know.
(They sell pens)

for Ms.Murkin.

We've mentioned flanges already. In Portsmouth, boaty types are always refering to rowlocks. And I had a Chinese patient once called Wan Ka. And did anyone notice the winner of the Costa Kids Book Award? Patrick Ness. That'll be Mr. P. Ness. Hurhurhur. Hey.. Beavis.. Wonder if he's got a brother called Andrew?

via twiiter who passed on the sad news that this place in Camberwell has changed it's name to Hatland or something:(
http://www.allinlondon.co.uk/directory/1195/51869.php

...father of an old acquaintance would regularly get correspondence addressed to Mr S.Hit

Quim is a great comedy word. "Impenetrable jungle|bush" beloved of nature docs might make me smirk too.

and never, ever got over the airport code for Fukuyama airport - FUK.

When I was a young boy it was still a vaguely rude word, and for some reason still makes me laugh.

Voglio farti capire - I want to make you understand. I always struggle with 'farti'.

Großvater

...who played with Monk, Art Blakey, Coltrane, etc. was Spanky Debrest. For some reason I have always found his name rather chuckleworthy...

Soup.

Or piss. Tee Hee.

Spotted Dick made with a Knob of Butter.

Heart of gold, nerves of steel, knob of butter

I'd still rather say 'Are you going to be there?'
or 'Did she put in an appearance?'
The sexual meaning has ruined a perfectly useful word, which I'm sure I used regularly & without fear before I was a teenager.

Regina or Uvula. Both obviously filthy.

I've always disliked "pulchritudinous" for being an ugly-sounding word. I can't stop it reminding me of the word sepulchre.

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... common in the Iberian peninsula, called the Great Bustard

...obviously a very awkward name.

Saw Bill Frisell at the Barbican a few years ago with his band The Willies. He'd quite obviously given them the name without a thought for its meaning this side of the Atlantic. The bill topper, John Scofield, kept thanking "tonight's support act, Penis" .

Why these chaps have never made it big in Britain

Have been aware of the following for quite a while but wanted to present it as I had come (sorry) across it; putting the name in question into Google quickly delivered the goods. Below is more or less as presented on the website:

http://www.pastfinders.net/great%20letters.htm

Our next letter was written during the war by the British Ambassador to Moscow, to Lord Pembroke at The Foreign Office in London. At its heart it is nothing more than a peurile schoolboy gag, however the beauty of this letter is in its quintessentially English phraseology. Beyond that, we make no comment!
Unfortunately, our copy of the letter (below) is not legible over the internet, so you'll have to trust us on the following transcription:

My Dear Reggie,
In these dark days man tends to look for little shafts of light from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yours, and I need, my God I do, all the light I can get. But I am a decent fellow, and I do not want to be mean about what little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So I propose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life, and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me he is called Mustapha Kunt.
We all feel like that, Reggie, now and then, especially when Spring is upon upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards. It takes a Turk to do that.
Sir Archibald Clerk Kerr
H.M. Ambassador, Moscow

Apologies - In my eagerness to get this one out I failed to spot the earlier reference above. Still, I think it bears repetition and good to see in that earlier reference a .gif of what at least purports to be the actual letter.

in Ironbridge dedicated to the Victorian way of life, there is an advertising sign suggesting you 'ask your bootmaker for cock' (a brand of boot polish apparently). Very popular photo opportunity.

a Mike Hunt once.........and Phil McCracken

Cillit Bang.

Surely that's deliberate?

the letters t and i when I read about something being tangential.

Denis.

A guy I work with is forever know as Denis Penis, just for that missing N.

or just Crispy to his friends

who used to get fits of the giggles whenever one of our clients, a Mr. Gentles name came up (or when he rang). This customer had a Scots accent and when he gave his name it always sounded like genitals.

The same colleague had a similar thing about a Mr. Ganguly, who worked for a council down south.

Another Scottish council had a Mr. Barber and Mr. Sweeney working together, but alas, no Todd.

formerly Puff Daddy names that wouldn't have got much "respect" on our school bus.

"Megaphone", "Grunties", "Wankel rotary engine".

Does anybody remember the American computer manufacturer Wang (used to build office systems back in the 80s). Their UK headquarters used to be a building overlooking the raised section of the M4 in Brentford and at one time they had a big advertisement overlooking the M4 which said, simply "Wang Cares". Oh, how we laughed*.

*On the other hand, our American colleagues used to laugh at the British advertisement that said "Nothing sucks like an Electrolux".

As in an outdoor open heating fire or a thing to roast your nuts on (Oo-er!)

Always calls to my mind a hefty collection of supportage and strappage that ladies of a certain age wear to restrain their 'Bust'

And why 'bust'? Mind, I have been known to call my private parts 'knackers' so there is a link.

God. Help me.

I used to work in IT and the technology companies Siemens and Wang always used to make me go fnarr fnarr.

A true story: I once saw a Wang recruitment advertisement in the IT press for a 'Wank Consultant'. I suspect the recruitment company's contract was not renewed.

I often used to find myself heading down Helen's Passage of a summer's evening in Oxford en route to the Turf Tavern. Friar's Entry, another local lane, is a bit oo er also, and makes me titter a little.

Then there's the odd neo-gothic erection to admire round these parts.

used to be one of my customers

used to be one of my customers

someone tells me they were "up at the crack of dawn".......

I always got a titter out of the sombre news during the 70's/80's troubles in Northern Ireland that a soldier or RUC chap had been shot in the Bogside.

Cue mental image of said chap limping off into the distance with an arse full of buckshot...

One school memory which always makes me laugh - we were discussing food in a GCSE French lesson and one boy in the class asked of the female French teacher, "miss, have you ever tasted a cheesy bell?". Of course he was referring to the Baby Bel cheeses, but as I remember the conversation wen on for a good five minutes and the French teacher was blissfully unaware of what he was doing.

(sniggers)

She was Bi and large......................

Unfortunately the phrase 'paper cut' now has connotations that I would rather not think about (and have nothing to do with small but annoying injuries)...........

"He was stripped, he was whipped, he was hung up high" was always sung more lustily than any other line in Lord of the Dance.

has a song called "going through the Motions".

About 15 years ago my then place of work put on a training course where one of the attendees was an Egyptian named Mustapha Kamel.

One of my phone contacts at this place was a customer used to be a certain Mark Hunt.

We worked with one IT system that used to give out these long random numbers as part of their login process. The US based manufacturer of this system called these numbers 'nonces'.

Another system used to have a program for partitioning a disk called 'divvy'.

We also sold a really obscure SQL database, sourced from somewhere in Scandinavia. When you wrote a program to use this database you needed to tell the compiler to use the SQL API header file called SQLAPI.H. There was also a special single-user server version which was used just for testing and development work. This needed the file above to be replaced by the single-user server version which was conveniently named SQLAPISS.H.

on the funniest name of a real person. The winner was a woman called Fokje Modder.

with respect to the smallest room.
Also when people say they had a "thorough de-briefing" it all sounds a bit rugby tour.

as in cherry......subtle one

Crapulous in parts I'll warrant!

tee hee.

always gets me transposing and snickering...

I know the floods were not funny, but if you watched the BBC news late at night when they have the person in the corner of the screen doing the sign language for the hard of hearing, whilst the news is read , it was great to see them signing for cockermouth.

featured a Condom

which is odd as they rarely played it safe

a certain Senor Quim.

Stop quivering, Quim!

But once upon a time my dad was the local Sergeant in a little town of Muff, which didn't faze me as I was only 11 but later this http://www.muffdivingclub.ie/ began to take on a new meaning.....!

Whakapapa and any New Zealand Maori words/place names beginning with 'Wh' [pronound Fu ...].

So Whakapapa = Fu...kapapa or unspeakable acts with your father!!!

Someone mentioned companies such as Wang, Siemens and Smeg. The one that always cracks me up is Rubbermaid, makers of those things that give off a sweet smell in public toilets to mask the smell of pee and poo. Somehow "Rubbermaid" conjours up images of curvy lasses in wetsuits :-)

As regards placenames, Wetwang in North Yorkshire (of which Richard "Countdown" Whiteley was honorary Mayor) suggests a solitary activity which has successfully led to a sticky end! As opposed to Drywang.

People's names: where I used to work, the switchboard occasionally used to page people over the Tannoy if they were not answering their phone. There was one German man called Hans Goran Puke. Now the switchboard operators had been trained that his surname was pronounced POOka, but they got a new woman who hadn't been indoctrinated. Over the Tannoy came the message "Will Hans Goran [pause] er Pyook... Pyook? [whispered to her colleague] Is that really his name? ... Er, will Hans Goran Pyook... [giggling of Charlotte Green variety, followed by sound of colleague ssshhhing her and inaudible discussion] Will Hans Goran POOKA please phone extension X". I imagine the whole building (except Herr Puke who probably couldn't see the funny side of it) was in fits of uncontrollable giggles.

This switchboard woman was a bit of a loose cannon. There was another guy by the name of Herrick Thwaite. That's "Herrick-with-an-H", not "Eric". And he'd briefed the switchboard that they must pronounce the H. Our friend on the Tannoy decided to take him literally. "Paging HHHHHHHerrick Thhhhwaittttttttte" starting with a sound like an asthmatic camel and ending with an explosive gunshot noise. No-one could complain that she didn't enunciate clearly or that she forgot his H!

'Benny says he never touched her !'