There's a guy here at work with the last name Parisotto. Actually, he works at a different office, so every so often, you might hear someone here mention his name, such as, "I've got a meeting with Parisotto." My husband said, every time he hears that, he has the urge to jump up and down, clapping his hands and squealing, "Parisotto! Parisotto! Parisotto!"
This will make no sense to some of you, but at least one person I know will get it. I was on the ground laughing.