Funny Names K-Z

There is nothing better at 5pm on a Friday afternoon, than to
call up the airport and have one of these names paged…

Kareem O’Weet (Cream of Wheat)
Kaye Ken Cofe (Cake and Coffee)
Kay Neine (Canine)
Kay O’Pectate (Kaopectate)
Ken Oppenner (Can Opener)
Kenitra Bush (Can I Eat Your Bush)
Kenny Dewitt (Can He Do It?)
Kenny Fakur (Can he Fuck her)
Kent Cook (Can’t Cook)
Kim Payne Slogan (Campaign Slogan)
Kimmy Head (Give Me Head)
Lance Lyde (Landslide)
Laura Lynn Hardy (Laurel and Hardy)
Lee Keyrear (Leaky Rear)
Lee Nover (Lean Over)
Len DeHande (Lend a Hand)
Leo Tarred (Leotard)
Lily Livard (Lily Livered)
Lisa Neucar (Lease a New Car)
Liz Onnia (Lasagna)
Lou Briccant (Lubricant)
Lon Moore (Lawn Mower)
Luke Adam Go (Look at Him Go)
Lou Sirr (Loser)
Lou Stooth (Loose Tooth)
Louise E. Anna (Louisiana)
Lowden Clear (Loud and Clear)
Luke Atmyass (Look At My Ass)
Luna Tick (Lunatic)
Lyle Ike Adogg (Lie Like a Dog)
Lynn Guini (Linguini)
Lynn Meabuck (Lend Me a Buck)
Mabel Syrup (Maple Syrup)
Madame Crotch (My Damn Crotch)
Madka Owdiseez (Mad Cow Disease)
Manuel Labor (Manual labor)
Marcus Absent (Mark Us Absent)
Marge Innastraightline (March in a Straight Line)
Marion Money (Marrying Money)
Mark Mywords (Mark My Words)
Mark Z. Spot (Mark The Spot)
Marsha Dimes (March of Dimes)
Martha Fokker (Motherfucker)
Mary Christmas (Merry Christmas)
Mary Gold (Marigold)
Mary Juana (Marijuana)
Mary Ott (Marriot)
Mary Thonn (Marathon)
Master Bates (Masturbates)
May I. Tutchem (May I Touch Them?)
May O’Nays (Mayonaise)
Max E. Mumm (Maximum)
Max E. Pad (Maxi Pad)
Megan Bacon (Makin’ Bacon)
Mel Keetehts (Milky Tits)
Melissa Tothis (Ma, Listen to This)
Mel Practiss (Malpractice)
Michael Toris (My Clitoris)
Michelle Lynn (Michelin)
Midas Well (Might As Well…)
Mike Hunt (My Cunt)
Mike Ockhurts (My Cock Hurts)
Mike Ocksmall (My Cock’s Small)
Mike Rohsopht (Microsoft)
Mike Rotchburns (My Crotch Burns)
Milly Meter (Millimeter)
Minnie Skurt (Miniskirt)
Miss Alanius (Miscellaneous)
Misty Meanor (Misdemeanor)
Mitch Again (Michigan)
Miya Buttreaks (My Butt Reaks)
Moe DeLawn (Moe the Lawn)
Moe Lester (Molester)
Moe Skeeto (Mosquito)
Moe Telsiks (Motel Six)
Mary Ott (Marriot)
Mort Tallity (Mortality)
Myra Maines (My Remains)
Mysha Long (My Shlong)
Nadia Seymour (Now do you see more?)
Nida Lyte (Need a Light)
Neil B. Formy (Kneel Before Me)
Neve Adda (Nevada)
Nick L. Andime (Nickel and Dime)
Nick O’Teen (Nicotine)
Nick Ovtime (Nick Of Time)
Oliver Closeoff (All of her Clothes Off)
Ophelia Titzoff (I’ll Feel Your Tits Off)
Opie Umsgood (Opium’s Good)
Otto B. Kilt (Ought to be Killed)
Otto Whackew (Ought to Whack You)
Paige Turner (Page Turner)
Papa Boner (Pop a Boner)
Pat Myckok (Pat My Cock)
Patty Meltt (Umm….Patty Melt)
Patty O’Furniture (Patio Furniture)
Pearl E. Gates(Pearly Gates)
Pearl E White (Pearly White)
Peppy Roni (Pepperoni)
Pete Zaria (Pizzeria)
Peter Pantz (Peed her pants)
Phil A. Delphia (Philadelphia)
Phil Atio (Fellatio)
Phil DeGrave (Fill the grave)
Phil Down (Feel Down)
Phil McCracken (Fill My Crack In)
Phil Myez (Feel My Ass)
Phil Mypockets (Fill my pockets)
Phillip McCrevice (Fill up my Crevice)
Phyllis Schlong (Feel his Shlong)
Polly Esther Pantts (Polyester Slacks)
Poppa Woody (Pop A Woody)
Pussy Galore (Well…What the hell do you think it means?!)
Quimby Ingmeen (Quit Being Mean)
Quint S. Henschel (Quintessential)
Quinton Chingme (Quit Touching Me)
Quinton Plates (Contemplates)
Rachel DeScrimination (Racial Descrimination)
Ray N. Carnation (Reincarnation)
Ray Pugh (Rape You)
Renee Sance (Renaisance)
Rick Kleiner (Recliner)
Rick O’Shea (Ricochet)
Rip Tile (Reptile)
Rita Book (Read a Book)
Robin D.Craydle (Robbing the Cradle)
Robin Banks (Robbing Banks)
Robin Meeblind (Robbing Me Blind)
Ron A. Muck (Run Amuck)
Ruben Mycock (Rubbing My Cock)
Russell Ingleaves (Rustling Leaves)
Sadie Word (Say the Word)
Sal Ami (Salami)
Sal Sage (Sausage)
Sal T. Penuz (Salty Penis or Peanuts)
Sam Manilla (Salmonella)
Sam Pull (Sample)
Sam Dayoulpay (Some day you’ll pay)
Sam Urai (Samurai)
Samson Night (Samsonite)
Sarah Doctorinthehouse (Is There a Doctor in the House)
Scott Shawn DeRocks (Scotch on the Rocks)
Seaman Sample (Semen Sample)
Seymour Butts (See more butts)
Sheeza Freak (She’s a Freak)
Sheri Cola (Cherry Cola)
Sherman Wadd Evver (Sure Man, Whatever)
Shirley Knot (Surely not?)
Shirley U. Jest (Surely You Jest)
Sid Down (Sit Down)
Sir Fin Waves (Surfin’ Waves)
Stacey Rhect (Stays Erect)
Stan Dup (Stand up)
Stu Padasso (Stupid Asshole)
Stu Pitt (Stupid)
Sue Case (Suitcase)
Sue E. Side (Suicide)
Sue Permann (Superman)
Sue Shi (Sushi)
Sue Ridge (Sewage)
Sue Yourazzof (Sue Your Ass Off)
Tanya Hyde (Tan Your Hide)
Tara Newhall (Tear a New Hole)
Tate Urchips (Tater Chips)
Ted E. Baer (Teddy Bear)
Telly Vision (Television)
Teresa Green (Trees are Green)
Tess Tickle (Testicle)
Tim Burr (Timber)
Tina See (Tennessee)
Titus Balsac (Tightest Ball Sack)
Torah Hyman (Tore a Hymen)
Ty Tannick (Titanic)
Ty Tass (Tight Ass)
Tyrone Shoes (Tie Your Own Shoes)
Ulee Daway (You Lead the Way)
U.P. Freehly (You Pee Freely)
Val Crow (Velcro)
Val Lay (Valet)
Val Veeta (Velveeta)
Vlad Tire (Flat Tire)
Walter Melon (Watermelon)
Warren Piece (War and Peace)
Wayne Deer (Reindeer)
Wayne Kerr (Wanker)
Willie Maykit (Will He Make It?)
Wilma Leggrowbach (Will My Leg Grow Back?)
Winnie Bago (Winnebago)
Winnie Dipoo (Winnie the Pooh)
Woody U. No (What Do You Know?)
Xavier Breath (Save Your Breath)
Xavier Money (Save Your Money)
Yerma Wildo (Your Mom Will Do)
Yousuckmynuts N. Scratchm (You Suck My Nuts and Scratch Them)
Yule B. Sari (You’ll Be Sorry)
Zeke N. Yeshallfind (Seek and You Shall Find)
Zelda Kowz (Sell the Cows)
Zoltan Pepper (Salt and Pepper)

What time does the bar open?

At 3 am a desk clerk at a hotel gets a call from a drunk guy asking what
time the bar opens. “It opens at noon,” answers the clerk.

About an hour later he gets a call from the same guy, sounding even
drunker. “What time does the bar open?” He asks.

“Same time as before… Noon,” Replies the clerk.

Another hour passes and he calls again, plastered. “Whatjoo shay the bar
opins at?”

The clerk then answers, “It opens at noon, but if you can’t wait, I can
have room service send something up to you.”

“No… I don’t wanna git in… Ah wanna git OUT!!!”

Pillsbury Doughboy Obituary

It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news.

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Little Debbie, and Captain Crunch.

The gravesite was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very “smart” cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his young wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Where’s the Manager!

A rather attractive woman goes up to the cash register in a restaurant. She gestures alluringly to a large man who comes over immediately.

When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his cheek, which is slowly turning a crimson red.

“Are you the owner?” she asks, now softly stroking his face with both hands.
“Actually, no” he replies. I’m just the manager.”

“Can you get him for me? – I need to speak to him.” she asks, running her hands up beyond his ears and into his hair.

“I’m afraid I can’t”, breathes the manager – clearly aroused, “he’s in the back doing some work right now. Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes there is. I need you to give him a message.” she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

“Tell him” she says – “that there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies room!”

The Sick Blonde…

A blonde came home from her first day commuting into the city.
Her mother noticed she was looking a little peaked and asked, “Honey, are you feeling all right?”

“Not really,” the blonde replied. “I’m nauseous from sitting backward on the train.”

“Poor dear,” Mom said. “Why didn’t you ask the person sitting across from you to switch seats for a while?”

“I couldn’t,” she replied, “there was no one there.”

Un hombre se encuentra a

Un hombre se encuentra a un negro y le pregunta:

“Oye, �c�mo le hac�is los negros para follar tan bien?”

“Pues es muy f�cil: la metes r�pido, la sacas lento; la metes r�pido, la sacas lento; la metes r�pido, la sacas lento…”

Total, llega la noche y el hombre hace el amor con su mujer. La mete r�pido, la saca lento; la mete r�pido, la saca lento; la mete r�pido, la saca lento… Hasta que la mujer, complaciente, le suelta:

“�Cari�o, follas como un negro!”

Despu�s de una larga enfermedad,

Despu�s de una larga enfermedad, una mujer muere y llega a los portones del Cielo.

Mientras espera por San Pedro, ella ve a trav�s de las rejas a sus padres, amigos y todos los que hab�an partido antes que ella, sentados a una mesa, apreciando un banquete maravilloso.

Cuando San Pedro llega, ella le comenta:

“�Qu� lugar tan lindo! �C�mo hago para entrar?”

“Yo voy a decir una palabra. Si usted la deletrea correctamente la primera vez, entra; si se equivoca, va directo para el infierno.”

“OK, �cu�l es la palabra?”

“AMOR.”

Ella la deletre� correctamente y pas� por los portones. Un a�o despu�s, San Pedro le pidi�
que vigilase los portones aquel d�a. Para su sorpresa, aparece su marido.

“�Hola! �Qu� sorpresa!” dice ella. “�C�mo est�s?”

“�Ah!, pues he estado muy bien desde que falleciste. Me cas� con aquella bella enfermera que te cuid�, gan� la loter�a y me hice millonario. Vend� la casa donde viv�amos y compr� una mansi�n. Viaj� con mi esposa por todo el mundo. Est�bamos de vacaciones justamente cuando decid� ir a esquiar. Me ca�… el esqu� me cay� en la cabeza y aqu� estoy. �C�mo hago para entrar?”

“Yo voy a decirte una palabra. Si la deletreas correctamente la primera vez puedes entrar, si no, vas directo al infierno.”

“OK, �cu�l es la palabra?”

“SCHWARZENEGGER”

The Perfect Husband

There are several men sitting around in the locker room of a private club
after exercising.
Suddenly a cell phone on one of the benches rings. One of the men picks it up,
and the following conversation ensues:
– “Hello?”
– “Honey, it’s me. Are you at the club?”
– “Yes.”
– “Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a
beautiful mink coat. It’s absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?”
– “What’s the price?”
– “Only $1,500.00.”
– “Well, OK, go ahead and get it, if you like it that much…”
– “Ash, and I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the 2001 models.
I saw one I really liked. I spoke with the salesman, and he gave me a really
good price… and since we need to exchange the BMW that we bought last year…”

– “What price did he quote you?”
– “Only $60,000…”
– “OK, but for that price you should insist on all the options.”
– “Great! But before we hang up, something else…”
– “What?”
– “It might look like a lot, but I was reconciling your bank account and… I
stopped by the real estate agent this morning and saw the house we had looked at
last year. It’s on sale!! Remember? The one with a pool, English Garden, acre of
park area, beachfront property…”
– “How much are they asking?” – “Only $450,000 – a magnificent price… and I
see that we have that much in the bank to cover…”
– “Well, then go ahead and buy it, but just bid $420,000. OK?”
– “OK, sweetie…Thanks! I’ll see you later!! I love you!!!”
– “Bye…I do too…”
The man hangs up, closes the phone’s flap. He raises his hand, holding the
phone, and asks: “Does anyone know whom this phone belongs to?”

Tim Kelly was walking therough a dim passageway…

Tim Kelly was walking therough a dim passageway when someone spoke to
him. “Good evenin’, Kelly,” said the muffled figure. “Don’t ye be knowin’ your
old friend Grogan any more?”

Kelly stared at Grogan, whose face was a patchwork of bandages and
adhesive plaster. One arm was in a sling and he was leaning on a crutch.

“Saints!” cried Kelly. “Was ye hit by a train, Grogan, or did ye merely
jump from the trestle?”

“It could’ve been both,” said Grogan, “considerin’ the feel of it. But the
truth is, I was in bed with Murphy’s wife when Murphy himself comes in with
a murtherin’ big shillelagh in his hand, and the inconsiderate creature
beat the livin’ bejazus outa me.”

“He did indade,” said Kelly. “But couldn’t ye defend y’rself, Grogan?
Hadn’t ye nothin’ in your own hand?”

“Only Mrs. Murphy’s ass,” said Grogan. “It’s a beautiful thing in
itself, but not worth a dom in a fight.”