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Homosapiens, from what we can tell, love their lists. This thing here is slightly better than that thing there, but not quite as good as this thing off to the side over here. Why? Well, we don't pretend to understand the psychology of homosapiens... there are already plenty of people out there doing that. Nope, we here at Trunkbunker accept that it is what it is and have adjusted accordingly.

Trunkbunker is a vessel into the mind of Phinnaes T. Ponchartrain. See Phinnaes lives deep underground, in a bunker (accessed, you guessed it, by a trunk), subsisting on pirated internet access, electricity, and cans of Spam, peas, and dried apricots. He has read every book, watched every movie and listened to every song ever released. He is a fan of all sport from every corner of the planet, from Jai Alai and curling to football and basketball. He has written three well-respected books under a pen name that he wishes to keep under wraps; a theorem for the existence of a supreme being, a statistical analysis of the movement of planets near the supermassive black hole at the center of our universe, and a gripping romance novel. He is a renaissance man in a time of idiots, a traveller stuck at home, an artist with a heart of gold. And most of all, he's a self-confessed, obsessive list maker.

And so Phinnaes hired us, a crack team of fellow obsessives with their fingers on the pulse of popular culture to help make his dream... this site... come to fruition. And what you'll find here are lists. And more lists. And still more lists. They will be in "top 50" form except for some rare exceptions, and they are meant to spark some raging debates, which can be done on our message boards. You can even expect Phinnaes himself to drop by from time to time. There will also be some exclusive rants on subjects that stir the atoms of young Mr. Phinnaes.

So we've thrown our hat into this ring. It's not a fedora, but it has a similar vibe, we think.