I think it was Bill Bryson, back when he used to be a funny travel writer, who remarked that one of the joys of foreign countries was the childlike confusion that comes from not understanding the language. Everything you read is weird, ridiculous, or, if you've got the right kind of mind, snigger-worthily suggestive.
The observation rang true when I first read it because I'd just returned from Germany
So I was just back from either Munich or Frankfurt, and – actually, come to think of it, maybe it was Worms
I was reminded of these infantile pleasures recently when I accidentally knocked over one of those spindly stands that people stick in their showers and overload with almost-empty bottles of liquid soap and used razors and sponges and unmatched lids. It wasn't my house, so sadly I had to tidy up, wondering as I did so at that great mystery of female hair maintenance, the disproportionate ratio of hair conditioner to shampoo bottles (typically four-to-one; surely I'm not the only guy who has inadvertently conditioned his armpits?) Anyway, the exotic multiple translations on a can of shaving foam caught my eye, simply because one of them is "Barberskum". At the risk of sounding like a teenage moron in an online chatroom: heh heh heh. I know a fair few hippies and beardies who'd agree with that.
But I don't want to make fun of the Germans here. That's Jeremy Clarkson's job, he does it very well, and in fact I think he has the copyright. Silly placenames are universal, and you can find something to laugh at pretty much everywhere you go. There's a village called Anus in Burgundy Turkey – and in fact its mayor, Hueseyin Kalkan, has threatened to sue Christopher Nolan, director of the Hollywood film The Dark Knight, for royalties arising from the unauthorised use of the name. Which just goes to show that some people are even dumber than the adolescent in New Two Pothouse who snorts milk out of his nose every time he hears the word "Ballsbridge".
Wait till he hears about Bastardstown, Co. Wexford, though…