I printed out little photos of Dr. Bootygrabber, aka Paris the Black Fu, of the Detroit Grand Pubahs, and cut them up. I then inserted them into what seemed like an endless (and ever so dense) philosophy and cultural theory book collection found within a random long-term sublet flat.

The flat owner is away in Berlin for an undetermined amount of time, and so when he returns to his beloved Derrida and Heidegger, he's bound to face a haunting, black-and-white image of a cult figure of the funk-y'all-bootilicious kind. Dr. Bootygrabber is also wearing a crazy wig in the photo, so it will be extra difficult to decipher his true identity. Well, as the Dr. himself said, perhaps he's a Galactic Ass Creature from Uranus.

Hopefully if Dr. Bootygrabber rubs his magic effect over this task, the flat owner will feel strangely compelled to make Sandwiches, Shake His Big Onion, enjoy some Chocolate Thunder or even have Butt Dreams.

If you like the way I drop my phone / Just shake it / Shake that Big Onion !!