Maybe sneak over to Hoppers and let the air out of one of his tires. Then go Corning, take corncobs out of the field and shuck them, or sometimes we just went straight on over to the grain bin and get a couple 5 gallon buckets of corn. 5 -6 people grab a hand full and throw it hard as they could at your front door and all over your porch, run like He ll.. Ring and run. Us stupid country farmboys had other names for it. Shhh .. Climb the watertower across from Bigs and check out them coffee girls getting ready for bed while we burn a couple doobs. And last sneak over to who's with the brown papersack full of dried up dog doo to light on fire and ring and run?
Nobody?
Carty is even in bed and he's usually here really late.