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Felix Atagong
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There is this place in Austria I can't put here...
name starts with an F
and ends with king...
also a C and a U... but not necessarily in that order...
It's on Wikipedia as well...
name starts with an F
and ends with king...
also a C and a U... but not necessarily in that order...
It's on Wikipedia as well...
Oaktree
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There's one in Michigan too:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell,_Michigan
Per the writeup, Hell, Michigan sponsors a 10 mile "Run through Hell" and, due to its climate, Hell freezes over several times a year.
hatman
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Close to home:
Belchertown, Massachusetts
Ware, Massachusetts (known across the country as the town that can't be licked)
Been there, done that...
Intercourse, Pennsylvania
Dingman's Ferry, Pennsylvania
Of course, John Forster wrote a song about the Town Signs here in Massachusetts:
Every year I drive out to Cape Cod for the last part of June.
Leave the city by ten and you're there in the late afternoon.
On the way there's a village called Marion that you pass through.
The first time I approached it, I'll always remember the sign that came into view.
It said, "Entering Marion."
And I thought, "What a fun little sign!"
But the feeling of entering Marion
Had a kick that was hard to define...
A rapturous rush, a physical flush,
Chills up and down the spine.
For the few minutes I was in Marion
All Massachusetts was mine.
(spoken) Well, it got to be kind of an annual thing...the event that would start each vacation off with a bang!
Then one year--who knows why?--I decided to try a new route.
So I got out my map and I traced one I thought was a beaut.
After driving all morning, I came to the top of a hill,
Where a sign stood before me that promised a new kind of thrill.
It said, "Entering Beverly,"
Which was lovely and not overbuilt.
And the pleasure of entering Beverly
Far outweighed any feelings of guilt.
I could say I'm contrite but it wouldn't be right,
For the truth is that later that day,
I found myself entering Sharon.
It was there. So was I. We enjoyed it. Hey, what can I say?
By the next year I'd try any route, just for novelty's sake.
I was cursed with a thirst that no single township could slake.
Oh, at the wheel I looked calm but inside I was running amok,
When a sign in the road dead ahead sent me straight into shock:
"Entering Lawrence."
My God! I was out of control.
And I'd no sooner finished with Lawrence
Than Boom! I was entering Lowell.
Then I backtracked and re-entered Lawrence,
Then Quincy and Norton as well.
Around midnight I pulled into Athol
And flopped in a fleabag motel.
I slept fitfully in my clothing
And awoke in a pool of sweat and self-loathing.
Lying there, feeling lower than carrion,
A name came clear as a clarion.
I jumped in my car
And before very far--
I was entering Marion.
How totally, wonderfully great!
How grand to be entering Marion
After tramping all over the state.
Every sleaze-bucket burb,
Every tryst by the curb
Had really just helped me to find
I'm happiest entering Marion.
I guess I'm the Marion kind.
Oh yes, I'm the Marion kind.
Belchertown, Massachusetts
Ware, Massachusetts (known across the country as the town that can't be licked)
Been there, done that...
Intercourse, Pennsylvania
Dingman's Ferry, Pennsylvania
Of course, John Forster wrote a song about the Town Signs here in Massachusetts:
Every year I drive out to Cape Cod for the last part of June.
Leave the city by ten and you're there in the late afternoon.
On the way there's a village called Marion that you pass through.
The first time I approached it, I'll always remember the sign that came into view.
It said, "Entering Marion."
And I thought, "What a fun little sign!"
But the feeling of entering Marion
Had a kick that was hard to define...
A rapturous rush, a physical flush,
Chills up and down the spine.
For the few minutes I was in Marion
All Massachusetts was mine.
(spoken) Well, it got to be kind of an annual thing...the event that would start each vacation off with a bang!
Then one year--who knows why?--I decided to try a new route.
So I got out my map and I traced one I thought was a beaut.
After driving all morning, I came to the top of a hill,
Where a sign stood before me that promised a new kind of thrill.
It said, "Entering Beverly,"
Which was lovely and not overbuilt.
And the pleasure of entering Beverly
Far outweighed any feelings of guilt.
I could say I'm contrite but it wouldn't be right,
For the truth is that later that day,
I found myself entering Sharon.
It was there. So was I. We enjoyed it. Hey, what can I say?
By the next year I'd try any route, just for novelty's sake.
I was cursed with a thirst that no single township could slake.
Oh, at the wheel I looked calm but inside I was running amok,
When a sign in the road dead ahead sent me straight into shock:
"Entering Lawrence."
My God! I was out of control.
And I'd no sooner finished with Lawrence
Than Boom! I was entering Lowell.
Then I backtracked and re-entered Lawrence,
Then Quincy and Norton as well.
Around midnight I pulled into Athol
And flopped in a fleabag motel.
I slept fitfully in my clothing
And awoke in a pool of sweat and self-loathing.
Lying there, feeling lower than carrion,
A name came clear as a clarion.
I jumped in my car
And before very far--
I was entering Marion.
How totally, wonderfully great!
How grand to be entering Marion
After tramping all over the state.
Every sleaze-bucket burb,
Every tryst by the curb
Had really just helped me to find
I'm happiest entering Marion.
I guess I'm the Marion kind.
Oh yes, I'm the Marion kind.
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There are some pretty sweet ones listed here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Place_names_considered_unusual
like:
Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg, Massachusetts
or
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Anglesey, Wales
or
Krungthepmahanakornamornratanakosinmahintarayutthayamahadilokphopnopparatrajathaniburirom
udomrajaniwesmahasatharnamornphimarnavatarnsathitsakkattiyavisanukamprasit, Thailand
or the city in Texas (only in Texas) which renamed itself from Clark to Dish so its residents would each get a free satellite TV dish.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Place_names_considered_unusual
like:
Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg, Massachusetts
or
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Anglesey, Wales
or
Krungthepmahanakornamornratanakosinmahintarayutthayamahadilokphopnopparatrajathaniburirom
udomrajaniwesmahasatharnamornphimarnavatarnsathitsakkattiyavisanukamprasit, Thailand
or the city in Texas (only in Texas) which renamed itself from Clark to Dish so its residents would each get a free satellite TV dish.
whiteghost
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after I posted the start of this thread, my nephew sent me a pic of himself standing beside a roadsign to place called Wank (somewhere in france near Nice).....which immediately begged the question (since he stood in front of the arrow) "was it a description, an instruction, an advertisement, a quxxr (strike that and let's say quaint) French ritual for gaining entry to the place or what his partner told him to do for s*x that night?" 
Joe4
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I was wondering if anyone would pick up on my post, about Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. In addition to the place you referenced, there is also Blue Ball, Bird-in-Hand, and Paradise in that county.
