The Band

I'm not 100% sure, because we haven't had a consensus yet from all members (three total remaining) but I think we've found our band name. It's . . .

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. . . . . . wait for it . . . .

. . . . *insert snare roll*

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"Sacré Blues!"

I swear, as these things happen it just came out of the blue. Sorry, the blues. Dave, the de facto organizer and Stevie Ray Vaughan afficionado extraordinaire, and his chef-wife Vicky, Brigitte and I were just lounging around last night (Hey! I'm good at that!) and Vicky blurted out at some point "Sacré Blues".

It has everything! The required 50% French content and the required 50% pun content! Double-entendre as well! Everything! It's profane without being profane!

So meet the band: Sacré Blues. It's not a done deal yet but I'm fairly confident everyone is going to go along with it.

Especially with my 9-millimeter Walther PPK jammed in the side of their necks and their children safely kidnapped. I KnOWs WHeRE YoU LivES, PeOPLe! DOn'T MIsUNdEReSTIMaTE mE!