Lame, lame, lame...!
I knew a bloke once who had a pub band. They called themselves...wait for it...
Merkinstock. Going for some kind of Woodstock link I guess.
The thing was, nobody except the band and their mates knew what it meant, not even their mothers, so all these prim and proper people were prattling on about this band Merkinstock all the time and having NO IDEA WTF a Merkin really was. Classic.