Satan tried it. He cried.

  • In Vancouver, at a riot, I threw several of the nuts at the crowd to disperse them. The RCMP thanked me, that is until their horses ate the nuts. Now they no longer ride in single file.

  • My insides screamed while my taste buds were being tortured. And I liked it.

    Alex W.
  • I don't know what they are made of but it reminds me of fond memories: burning mouth on hot chocolate or pizza or both; licking the frozen pole, or catching my heal on the tricycle; biting my tongue or inner cheek or both; slamming finger in the door; biting a hangnail a having it pull to the elbow; getting a splinter under the finger nail; a stick switch in the eye; paper cut or a carpet burn on your butt or both.