Five decades ago (way before the WWW), there were two secretaries in the company I worked for who were so sheltered and innocent that they couldn't understand why they kept having customers call to ask for a manager to complain about their "language." The reason for customer complaints? Their names were Frances Screws and Susie Bangs, which they clearly stated when answering the phone for their bosses. They were married, respectively, to Dick Screws and Hardrick Bangs. This was the Bible Belt, and my simply using the word "darn" would shock them (they considered it to be profanity); both would frown and blush. I did worse, however; they didn't like me a lot. Apparently, their husbands were equally sheltered and naive. I met both of the husbands once, only briefly, at a "holiday" party, but I didn't disagree with that characterization by others who knew them better. I thought the situation was of little real consequence, a little more than funny, but apparently (I learned after I had left) it caused both couples quite a bit of trouble in the real (Bible belt) world trying to do mundane things like making restaurant and motel reservations. I was told they had to get notarized, certified copies of their birth and marriage certificates in order to open bank accounts (and for one of them, a BankAmericard credit card account, which ultimately they were denied). My secretary explained to me that she had tried to explain to Susie what the verb "to bang" meant so she would know why folks she talked to were so offended, but first she had to explain what the verb "to fuck" meant and what "intercourse" was; Susie had never heard the first, but knew of the second, but wanted to call sex with her husband "marital relations." She simply failed to accept that the verb "to bang" could possibly mean what was claimed. So incredibly sheltered. About 20 years ago someone all of us had worked with back then told me both couples ended up legally changing their names (but that had happened in the late 80s, long before the web). While I would have much more sympathy today, I did convince upper management to allow them to use an "incorrect" name when answering the phone. Frances didn't want to do that because she considered it to be telling a lie, but someone or something eventually made her come around.

I've met a half dozen or so people in my travels whose last names were either Screws or Bangs (or something else once considered "suggestive"). They appear to enjoy hearing about Frances and Susie, but each of them had their own stories to tell.