Trunk was born on June 15, 1997 at Andrew Dimmitt's house. Carlos Salas, Matt Peak, Ian Lammele, and Nick Fasulo all spent the night that night. Nick stumbled upon Andrew's brother's, Adam, Epiphone acoustic guitar. Nick and Carlos passed the guitar back and forth, playing the melodies of classical songs.

Eventually, Nick settled down and began to play an arpeggiated chord progression in the key of G. After a few repetitions of the progression, Carlos began to freestyle lyrics and Matt started to bang on a stool. The trio played their embryonic composition repeatedly and as Carlos' words constantly changed, they began to revolve around the halcyon days of youth and the television show Full House. With a slight change in the progression, Nick had a chorus that needed words and quickly Carlos improvised the lines that would give the song its name. "Fucked in the head / Fucked in the head," he sang with the whole of his heart in the song. Matt and Nick came in a couple times later with the background vocals, "He's fucked in the head / So fucked in the head." And with that the group had their first song: "Fucked in the Head".

After finishing their first song Nick continued to play different progressions, mostly in the key of G, which could be used for their next song while Matt and Carlos listened. Someone mentioned that the band needed a name and so everyone began to brainstorm names. Matt started, "The Dynamic . . . " but he was unable to come up with the rest of a name. Nick, still playing guitar and only half listening, said something totally unrelated yet characteristically witty. Matt, stumped by Nick's statement, exclaimed, "What the fuck?!" And someone (Carlos?) put them together: "That's it! The Dynamic What-the-Fucks!" And with that the group had their first name.

The band pushed on with another song. It was called "Gigantic Shit" and was about being incredibly constipated. They also repeatedly played "Fucked in the Head". The group also stuck wafers up Andrew's pants as he slept. Ian became The Dynamic What-the-Fuck fly girl. They sniffed coconut scented nail polish remover. Matt and Nick started writing a new song: "She's So Easy". Nick acted like a tyrannosaurus rex. General absurdity was had by all.

As the day was dawning the band moved from Andrew's living room, where Ian and Andrew were sleeping, to the piano room. Unfortunately the piano was so out of tune that it was unusable. In the piano room Nick began a new, up-tempo progression in G. Carlos started coming up with new lyrics about being wasted, including the words "drop dead drunk". Unfortunately, the song never gelled, even after quite a few run-throughs, and Carlos called the song off and all that was all that came of it . . . that morning, at least. With the session basically ended, our heroes spent the next few hours talking before everyone went home.