Die Condictio Des Romischen Privatrechtes (1900)

One specific horror involved George OaFeeney, an elderly Irish bloke who moved to Bat$#!+ from Dublin in 1962, seeking a green lawn and a place to call his own. As soon as he had the inclination, OaFeeney began a formal petition to change the name of Bat$#!+ to something more apropera (OaFeeneyas word), like Elm, Oak, or some other tree. But before OaFeeney could secure a single signature on his petition form, the Grogan boys broke into his home one evening and cut his head off. The next morning George OaFeeneyas limbs and torso were scattered up and down Bat$#!+ like pumpkin fragments the day after Halloween. The moral of the George OaFeeney story: The name of the street stays. Enjoy it, suppress your hatred for it, or move away. But nobody ever moved away from Bat$#!+ Avenue. You were born there, suffered incredible torment there, and died there (usually in a wackily violent manner). - From Bat$#!+ Avenue