Desky, Dedman and Gramo met in a closet and were so taken with each other that they decided to form a club. The club would discuss things and stuff, relevant stuff about important things. Between them the ideas crystalized, fermented, displayed cognitive thought processes and opposable digits. But the stuff was not yet ready. Slowly it matured, ripened and merged with the things. Together they formed an amalgamation of unimaginable incite-fullness. After a while this knowledge ruptured and spewed forth stuff. This hour is the bucket we used to collect the stuff. Many questions have been asked in the interim; what does death taste like? where do snowmen educate their children? Soon everyone will be asking 'Do Bananas Dream Of Plastic Fruit baskets?'