I like to partake in what I like to call "store-tipping." I basically wander through a store and find departments with rows of boxy items and proceed to turn EVERYTHING upside down. Even the stuff behind stuff. I do this for a while and leave while some poor employee has to go through and turn everything right-side up again. It takes them a while to figure out what your doing. Give it a try sometime!
You would think there are limits to how boring a town can get. But where I live there are no limits. So I make my own fun.
That's class I gotta supermarket one as well For this to work to need to aquire a small child (i borrow one, but you may want to produce your own) the child needs to be small enough to fit in a shopping trolley comfortably but old enough to follow instructions. go about your usual gorcery shopping...put a few soft items in the bottom of your trolley. when you have a good layer down, add the child to the trolley, then conceal him him with light packaged goods (try not to drop a tin of beans on his head or summit). make sure the child is well hidden in the trolley. when you get to the cash register, ask the cashier to help you unload the trolley.....just as he/she is looking their most bored and vacant give the trolley a nudge. This is the prearranged cue for the child to shout "BOO" at the top of his lungs and leap into a standing position. light groceries seem to eurpt from the trolley, child pops like a jack in the box.....and the cashier shits his/herself... It's great
An even more fun version of this is "Cow Tipping". It helps if your built like a brick shithouse for this one but not required. Once darkness has fallen and the sun has gone to bed, make your way to your local farmer's field, one that contains everyones favourite Bovine, the common Cow. Sneak your way into the field and as close to the nearest cow as you can manage. Once the cow looks int he opposite direction, run at it as fast as you can whilst screaming some kind of battle cry. Your aim is to shoulder barge the cow at high velocity, thereby making it tip onto its side, hence the phrase Cow Tipping. This isnt made up, me and some mates acutaly did it one evening, you've never laughed so hard until you hear a cow give a confused Moo as it falls sideways
i've gone through a super market and just knock the paper towels and cereal on the floor... my friends and i say were gonna go cow tipping before we graduate college - plenty of cows in vermont, so yea...
once my friend was on vacation, and i was at my other friends house (his neighbor) with a few others and our intention was to go swimming in the kids pool, maybe grab some drinks from his bar, so we got the spare key and went to his room, and flipped EVERYTHING over, and took pictures of us doing it. it was hilarious.
there's a reason many farm communities have laws against stupid shit like this. cow tipping is cruel and i hate hearing about people still doing it. cows are obviously heavy creatures and the fall to the ground can break their shoulders and ribs, or kill them. ....argh!!
if she finds you she will beat your ass with a big wood stick....my advise is run... run now... run quick....
Maybe nature shouldn't have such a bad sense of humor in the first place. I mean have you ever seen a cow? Fat spotted milk machine, no wonder people fon't respect them.
They smell even better once cooked and on my plate The only way a cow can smell better than when its cooked is when its tipped!
Around me there are tons of cows, but I'm more of a fan of forking. Yeah, if all goes well the cow eventually finds a way to get up, but putting hundreds of tiny forks aroudn somewhere is more fun.
well, i for one think turning boxes over sounds delightfully stupid and would laugh my ass off if i saw someone doing that. me, i'm just going to develop a photo collection of el rancheros, you know, the cars. and i'm going to turn my car into a land boat. gonna get my steering wheel replaced by one of those wheels you see on old ships, a hula girl for the front, and decorate the interior in tacky seashell murals.