We all have our archives of footage, and every so often it's fun to go digging through the digital piles for a choice peanut or two. Jukka sent this clip to me not long ago and ever since then I've been wondering about the Finnish Lapland definition of sniffing and what they have against snorting. It beats me, repeatedly so, and I've all but given up in lieu for being beaten any further. Not that I have anything against beets, mind you, as I always do enjoy a good, heart-stopping, crimson blow out in the toilet bowl—you know, the kind where you think you've just been victimized by the ebola virus and shit your insides out, only then to remember, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I had steamed beets for dinner last night ... whew."