The nearly lost art of shitting in a purse then placing it where it will likely be found (shopping cart at a grociery store parking lot) then waiting to see the reaction of those who "find" it.
Works just as well on good samartitans as the lesser well intentioned.
I just got a new video camera, lets go to the mall and run the poop purse surprise.
The act of shitting/sharting into a purse (usually a cheap one from a second hand store) and leaving it on the street next to a bar or porch prior to prime drinking hours (power hour or happy hour). Without blatantly watching, observe the sticky fingered pedestrians who snatch it up and to their great surprise, find it to be full of shit.
Power hour just doesn't sound like enough tonight, what should we do? Poopypurse ought to spice up the night.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."