Here's a great one from our friend who works in a nursery. I'll let her tell it in her own words...
Alright here's the backstory. I'll leave it to you to make it sound better, if you like.
Near the end of a long day at work, the other two folks in my department and I were out planning the design of our outside display area. We were talking about how to display our coco baskets (metal baskets lined with coconut fiber). I threw out the idea of mounting them on the wall and using artificial plants to make them pretty, and Scott said something about getting defective/broken toys from his mom's store (she has a toy store), which I didn't really get at first, until he said monkey.
So we started talking about building a faux coconut palm tree with a few coconuts hanging from it, and maybe even a few monkeys. Explaining this to the owner "I'm going to see if my mom might have some defective monkeys, or something."
I really wanted to say "Band name of the day!", but realized my co-workers wouldn't understand.
There you go. The Defective Monkeys.
The Defective Monkeys, a pop-punk band, probably out of Orange County. Or they could be a swing band from New York, or the house band of an insane asylum. Anything, really, and therein lies the awesome.
And now, to bed.