Prospecting

The Fun Squad and myself have been busy as of late harvesting the bountiful fruits of nature. Actually no... more like harvesting the bountiful fruits of human waste created as a byproduct of industrialism and shameless consumerism. Dumpster diving. Fuck yeah. Rooting through slimy cardboard and unidentifiable bilge in search of an elusive goodie to add a little accomplishment to the day? That's how we roll. Hey, it's fun, easy, eco-friendly, and pisses off pretentious assholes. It's also a great way for you angsty, testosterone pumped teenagers to rebel against a capitalist society the way you seem to enjoy doing so much (though you most likely have no concept of why you're doing so). Yes yes kids, "fuck the man" and all that. Viva la revolucion kiddies. But I'm deviating from my point. Point is we found cool shit. We found two desks, some rubber stamps, a wrench, some reebar, a traffic sign, and an official "United States Immigration Services" patch (hey don't lynch me, I just found it). Needless to say we had a field day with the abundance of random crap we discovered. Actually one of the real payoffs is when some cock bag walks by as you pop out of a dumpster, and he just looks at you with this look of distain, and you return it with your own insolently unrepentant look of "problem officer?". It's always an adventure. So get out there kids and make use of the resources you have, even if those resources are soaked in vile bilge and plastered with remenants of not-even-God-knows-what.