So, ok, this isn’t actually a band name yet, but it should be, and when I saw the headline not only did I at first think it was a band, but that in Australia they were a banned band, for being naughty.
Bottom line: if you’re a new band in need of a name, this would indeed be a great name, so somebody needs to fill this void. Plus, if you name your band this, your first marketing materials could say that you’re banned in Australia, so you’ve got that going for you.


I’ll mention it as perhaps the title for a new single for my coworker’s band that he wants to start called “Slowly Fisting Grandma.”
Yeah.
We most humbly bow at the feet of the master. In that “speechless” kind of feet-bowing way.
Being the coworker that “mean rachel” is referring to, I feel that it is my responsibility to correct her previous comment – the new single is actually called “Slowly Fisting Granny”. Keep your ears open for the amazing follow-up as well, “Speculum Ass Piss”!
We have a very firm HR policy we adhere to here at the office which is:
You can’t have an HR violation without an HR department.
Gotta love start-ups.
I innocently clicked on this thread just to say “You should take up an instrument and start ‘Designer Vaginas’ yourself.” But I’m speechless.
dmw/husseinp: just imagine spending 8 hours a day with these people.
and, bt-dub, fubar does know how to play an instrument. just ask him how he got escorted by security out of the downtown Hilton some time.
I hear a certain DMN reporter is starting a band….
mean rachel:
Well, Slow Fisting Granny does have a certain ring to it.
/Just shoot me now.
lush:
I’m telling her to copyright that name immediately.
Pray tell, fubar. How DID you get escorted by security out of the downtown Hilton?
Harold — this always happens to me on your site. Nowhere else, just here. What is with that? Anyway, don is me.
How did Fub get escorted? Wobbily. Very wobbily.
Jesus H. Christ on a crutch, I leave you people alone for a few hours to attend meetings and I come back to ALL THIS??
I cannot in good conscience disclose the details of the Hilton “mishap.” But if forced to by the only witness I haven’t yet killed, rest assured that it will be severely embellished.
The ad on that linked article is a good band name also, “She has yellow teeth.”
It’s a pretty good story without embellishment, really. The part where you kicked vodka soda all over the piano on accident while being led away by the elbow was classic.
Well yeah, there’s that. But there was already so much blood from that kitten on the piano to start with, the vodka probably did no additional harm.
That was from the kitten? See, I thought it was blood from the ass-kicking that David van Os got in the TDP race that day.
fubar, not even shit-faced, snot-nosed frat boys get escorted from the Hilton, for christsakes. Were you accosting guests?
well let me be clear that “I” did not get thrown out of the Hilton. “We” got thrown out of the Hilton. And no guests, or animals, were harmed in the making of this motion picture.
I was about to ask how a discussion of designer vaginas degenerated into a story about bleeding pussy cats, but then I answered my own question.
She scores!
Indeed.
Hey! We’ve hit 20 comments. Isn’t that some sort of record?
yeah, I think that puts us about 5 comments under the MINIMUM number of comments for a really unpopular post on Eileen’s site.
Yeah, but that’s just because we feel sorry for her. Have you *seen* her knees?