I've posted this story before (but not recently ):
I used to be the editor of a company newspaper for a big corporation. The company supported several hundred clubs. One of them was a bocce club, and they built a nice bocce court on the grounds. Leagues were formed. One year, a group of WASP managers defeated the all-Italian-born groundskeepers. The captain of the WASP team sent me a blurb to publish on his team's victory. The team's name was the "Fun Ghouls" . I had the pleasure of calling him to tell him that I couldn't publish the item because his team's name was an Italian obscenity that had no place in a company newspaper. He had no clue...