one day we were making out (keep in mind, we're all hairy, sweaty gay men) and we were like "hey guys, instead of always having our tongues in each other's mouths, why don't we put them in each other's butts?" well, the rest of the gang thought this was a swell idea, but after a while of tossing the proverbial salad, david buhl felt a sadness within. "guys, i don't think this is working out?" "what, you mean, you want me to put some fingers in there too?" "well, that would feel fantastic. but, i think what we're really lacking is a purpose" "what purpose, exactly, is there in life besides tasting the insides of your booty hole, dave?" "well, for example, we could start a band so that way other people would think we're cool and do the anal tonguing for us. We could then use our tongue for more useful purposes, such as.." the fags look at each other and slowly came to the same sordid realization. "LOLLIPOPS!" the guys laughed and ate feces for the rest of the day while planning their eventual takeover of the world. instead they started a ridiculous band that couldn't even afford to use a real drumset. nate the great suggested the use of trash cans, nobody argued because at that point the rest of the band was so coked out they couldn't formulate a sentence. on that fateful day, my first word was aardvark was born.