FCC What?
I am frequently inspired to engage in tennis matches of sorts over email with my friend, Joe (of the Stone Vagina fame). This is our “antithesis of boredumb” from our professional ennui, and we sometimes create masterpieces through our long message threads. Yesterday, we decided we would think up new team names for our already superbly named soccer team, Socca Khan.
One of the rules of this particular engagement was that we were allowed no editing or self-censorship (as if I’m capable of that anyway), so some of these are… stupid, I guess is the best word. Also, we solicited additional input from friends, mainly Maia, so some of these are from her. If you are prone to brilliance and have anything you’d like to add, please send any and all suggestions my way.
The list (from newest to oldest):
The Revenge of the Iguanas
Knockin’ Boots
The Yellowing Bruises
The Yellowing Bruisers
Red-Faced and Raucous
The ‘Roid Warriors
The Rough Striders
Pissin’ on your Rainbow (vs. The Rainbow Urinators)
To Hell in a Cuntbasket
Two-Peckered Goats
Performance Enhanced
The Ass Sneezers
Hat-Trickin’ Heathens
The Sound and The Fury
At Least We’re Not Accountants
At Least We’re Not Ash Holes
Drive-By Shooters
Oh Shoot
The Drive-By Kickers
The Abattoir
The Dropkick Cretins
The Avuncular Bibcocks
The Defenestraters
Cosmic Farce 9
Death Cab for Futbol
The Artists Formerly Known as Socca Khan
Don’t Hate us Because We’re Beautiful
The Mighty Pugilists
Fear Itself
The Sisyphean Fury
Flaming Ding Dongs
Lickin’ Our Boots
We’re Your Daddy
The Wayward Warriors
Out of the Gutter
The Salty Balls
Cosmic Juggernauts
Raiders of the Womb (Womb Raiders)
Destruction Incarnate
The Red Plague
Raging Beavers
The Indomitable
Dominators of the Universe
