For about 12 hours the new Magnet team Dunk was named Penis Mississippi. It sounded brilliant when we were at the Triple Crown, less so the next morning.
Similarly, I once sat with a group of improvisors at McManus and decided, at about 2 am:
- We should perform together
- Our name should be "Country Jeff's Olde-Time Rapery"
- In the morning, we would no doubt decide that this name was inappropriate, but we should stick to our guns nevertheless.
In the morning, someone sent an email about it, and I was all, "Um... no way."
We compromised and decided on Country Jeff's Olde-Time Consensual Sexery, but we never ended up performing together.