In my search for Motorhead tour dates I landed upon a site called www.anus.com. The ANUS stands for "American Nihilist Underground Society." The most glaringly nihilist item about this site is the fact that they have not yet sold this domain to the highest-bidding porn distributor for a modest profit on an initial $20 investment.

here is a link to the following excerpt, just in case you don't believe me that people are rigging their toilet bowl tanks to do "gravity bongs" out of whilst flushing...

"Where is the instrument of destruction?" I queried Spike, and he who must have taken so many bong hits from his sad soft slitted eyes led me into the bathroom which was fitting for his rathole apartment building, an aging creaking wonder with urine for tiles and faded yellow lather for walls. All I saw was a cracked-up titanic bathtub and a toilet, with the ripped and sagging shower curtain like the dress of a crucified woman between them. "Where?" I said again, lifting up a tube of toothpaste in case it was the instrument in question. "Look," said Spike gleefully.
It was an older toilet with a high tank and a low lever. I stared at it for some time but couldn't figure it and then realized there was a spare hose leading off of the back of the tank. I when I looked at the lever to flush the thing I saw it was a real bowl, a thick wide one, on the end of a tubular lever device. "Dude, that's gross! I'm not smoking out of a toilet!"
"Relax. Do you know how these things work? Ignorance kills you again; this water is harmless, it's the clean water. It runs into the bottom bowl (so to speak) and flushes out the unclean. You are in no danger. Trust me, as I am your friend" (all of this was true, and still is, because Spike despite his faults is a caring person and a good friend).
"Okay, fuck it, load the bowl!" (gleeful greedful & Spike complies, stuffing in fat sweet greenness with hope in his eyes). I picked up the hose to look and then gave it to him but he pushed away my hands with the light touch of a fresh spring frond on a palm tree and said you try i've been baking all day long and so I did and took a huge, sweet, powerful bonghit and realized the beauty of this thing, that noone would ever suspect it and there would never be any evidence as bongwater could be flushed in two flushes and my how easy and bow wow boy was I stoned. "My god, that's gargantuan bud," I stammered, letting my lungs relax and flex and twitch.

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Absolutely brilliant.