The late (and missed) Lex Lafon told the story of a Navy pilot named Seaman, who was saddled with an obvious call sign.
Until, one day, four jets were doing ACM over the Central Valley. One pilot had no targets in sight and a friendly right ahead of him, and communicated the situation thus:
"I'm blind. I've got Sperm on my nose".
Comms disintegrated in an avalanche of snorts and guffaws and it was only one pilot who retained enough composure to yell "knock it off" before the situation became dangerous.
The callsign changed to Spurt. Much later, the pilot was selected for the Blues, and for
PR reasons became Sport.
I had an ex-USAF boss named Hawkeye. At the academy, he and another cadet were supposed to make a pre-game parachute jump into the center of the football field. He didn't miss the center. He missed the stadium.