Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg!

Would you like me to repeat that one more time? It's a mouthful but here it is: Lake

Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. Lest you think I am rattling off some baby prattle or have completely lost my sanity, let me be quick to assure you this is an actual lake located in Webster, Massachusetts. I know, even my spell checker doesn't believe me.

Folklore tells us this lake is named after an Indian phrase that means: "You fish on your side of the lake, I fish on my side of the lake, and no one fishes in the middle." So much for sharing your fishing hole!

Then there's Hell where you don't even have to be a sinner to own a home. The town got its name in 1841, when George Reeves, an early settler in this low, swampy place in southeast Michigan, was asked what he thought the town should be named. "I don't care," Reeves said. "You can name it 'Hell' if you want to."

A friend of mine was once making a lonely drive from North Carolina to Tennessee and ran out of gas in the middle of the mountains with no gas station or other habitation in sight for miles. She put in a call of distress to AAA. When the lady asked for her location, my friend hesitated slightly, then said, "Well, I just passed Bucksnort."

She heard a snicker, then a cynical "Ri-i-i-i-ight!" Then a click as the lady hung up on her! She had to call back and and beg not to be hung up on, because she had in fact just passed a sign that said Bucksnort, Tennessee.

If that isn't enough to make you roll your eyes, there's always Toad Suck, Arkansas or Lizard Lick, North Carolina, or how about Intercourse, Pennsylvania?

It makes me appreciate the fact that I live in Winston-Salem, even if it was named after two cigarette brands. Or wait, it was the other way around -- the cigarettes were named after the town.

At least I don't live in Monkey's Eyebrow, Arizona.