Climax Michigan, on the other side of the state from me, has proven to be endless fodder for my admitedly juvenile sense of humor:
When visiting (somewhat more distant) relatives: "Honey do we have to go all the way to Climax tonight?"
Getting back on the expressway: "Should we pull out right at Climax or just before?"
On commenting about a trip I'd recently made with my friends: "Yeah, me and the other four guys hit Climax, then stopped cuz we got the munchies."
There are literally dozens more, but I'll spare you. Do we even have to mention Hell, MI?
"If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me."
- Alice Roosevelt Longworth