It crept up slowly, choosing it's way up... or down? It didn't know, it ws confused, scared. A wicked thought came through it's mind, what if there is no way out?! It felt panicked and alone, lost in oblivion, no friends or family, no one to love... And then a sudden blow of putrid air swooped it up and pushed it towards a faint glow of light. It was picking up speed and the light was growing fast, too fast. It realized that maybe it was fine where it was, and it didn't want to come out, but the light was now powerful and in his face. It smelled water and something else, it didn't really know what that was, but it was awfully acidic, and it burned it. Then with a thunderous rumbling noise it reached a tight part and the air behind it squeezed it through, scraping the walls with its already tender skin. Then it dropped in the open air. It has time for a single thought, I'm free... Before it splashes in an ungodly water, melting from that weird acid, and finaly sinking to the bottom of this ocean. I got up and looked at it, I mean who doesn't look at there shit, and it spelled out GUNK. So the underlying truth in this stupid story is : Real men look at their shit.

Yeah, one time I played with a football on the Mont-Royal, and I really enjoyed it. I took a leak behind a tree, and it felt good...

Yeah I really do think, it's like rain on your wedding day, it's a free ride when you've already paid, it's a good advice that everybody should just shove up there mother's arse

Euh...

Beer, opiates, and women, or lack there of...

Think of it as anything goes... but Aphex Twin, Venetian Snares, Ween, DuGuY... 60's and early 70's, random crap...

Next to your mother in a horse oufit...

Usualy forks and knives, but occasionaly we are know to endulge in some power tools, chainsaws, grinders and the like, even some random televisons, cars, wheelchairs, beartraps, speculums, and more bizzare contraptions...

Les charmantes glandes expatriées de nos reins, seront aux enchères ainsi que le troisième sphincter du chanteur du groupe GUNK, et le bâton qui pourrait servir à tabasser Kevin Spacey.