One day an older woman asked her grandson what he wanted for Christmas. He replied, "The new CD by Penis of Terror." The woman was rather taken aback by the bands name-- but she figured it was a different era, who was she to judge.
So she went to the local record store to look for the CD. When she couldn't find it she asked the store clerk about it. He too had trouble finding it, he even checked the back-catalog for available titles and still had no luck finding anything by Penis of Terror. He even admitted he'd never heard of that group.
She searched the Internet and many of the sites that came up in the search engine made her blush-- they certainly didn't have anything to do with the band Penis of Terror.
As Christmas day rapidly approached she purchased her grandson a gift card for the local record store figuring he would have better luck than she did in finding the Penis of Terror CD he so desperately wanted.
After he opened the envelope with his gift card she took him aside and explained-- "I looked everywhere for that Penis of Terror CD, but no one I talked to had even heard of them."
The grandson looked at her quizzically, "Penis of Terror!?!?! I said PETER CETERA."