The Band Name

Rob and Dan had just created the greatest band in history. Already they had written such masterpieces as “Tittyfuck”, “Beer”, and “The Existential Search for Meaning”. Now all they needed was a name. Nothing seemed to fit though. Dan had suggested “Bitchin’ Hoedown,” meant ironically, since they both hated country music. However, Rob wasn’t satisfied.

“It should be something that lets people know how awesome we are,” Rob mused, “something that lets them know we’ll straight up fuck their mothers.”

“How about ‘The Motherfuckers,’” suggested Dan.

“It’s a start,” replied Rob, stroking his chin-beard thoughtfully, “but I feel like it should be something more. Like, ‘The Motherfuckers Who Fuck Your Mothers.’”

“That’s good,” Dan correctly observed. “Maybe even something like, ‘The Motherfuckers Who Fuck Your Mothers, Motherfucker.’”

“Did you just called me a motherfucker?” asked Rob, surprised.

“No, I’m saying that’s what we should call it.”

“Oh, I get it. So, you’re saying we should call it ‘The Motherfuckers Who Fuck Your Mothers, Motherfucker,’ motherfucker.”

“No, just one ‘motherfucker’ at the end.”

“I know. I was calling you a motherfucker.”

“Oh.”

Then they teabagged Frank, who was passed out on the couch.

Frank later went to medical school and then went on to become a successful doctor. Not because of the teabagging though. If anything, it was despite the teabagging.

The Motherfuckers Who Fuck Your Mothers, Motherfucker went on to become the most successful and influential band in the history of rock and roll, motherfucker.