Paper Drive
When I was a teen, and before the advent of in-home recycling services, you used to have to take your bottles, cans and newspapers to a recycler. When I was really young, we used to go around in our old 70s station wagon, pick up newspaper and get some cash for our troubles. Result!

Later, they put up these huge plywood boxes with "Paper Drive" on the side where like-minded citizens could drop their newspaper. Sometimes people threw away magazines, certain types of magazines. I digress.

Our attempts at vandalism were not destructive or permanent, because what fun is that? Instead we tried throwing toilet paper over trees and bushes. Good fun, but it took too long and the potential for getting caught was too great.

We arrived upon the paper drive. My friend's dad had an old International pickup truck (which looked like this image.automotive.com/f/featuredvehicles/16634510+pheader/0906cct_01_z+1961_international_aa110_pickup_truck+one_of_a_kind.jpg), which we would back up to the plywood box, looking like we were saving the world. Instead, we would fill the bed of his truck with all we could fit and then drive to the victim's house. There, we could wait until the time was right, back up near or on the yard and quickly expel a half ton of newspaper in a few minutes.

This worked like a charm. Two guys would be in back, one guy in the driver's seat, and next thing you know, the whole yard was covered in newsprint. We could even pull up to back yards and throw the lot over the back wall, the added height from the pick up bed making it possible.

We were the terror of the 16 year old crowd!

However, it all ended when two things happened fairly close together. One, we unknowingly ended up accumulating a life's worth of really nasty girlie magazines. When we cast them out the back at the house of a girl we knew, they landed on yucca and cactus (people use such plants for landscaping in New Mexico) and were thus stuck in the open position when the girl's mom came out. This almost stopped the dear lady's heart and her mom called my mom and I had to convince my mom that I would never intentionally throw glurg material all over someone's yard. We carefully checked our haul from then on.

Second, we were at the house of a kid that was a pain in the behind and I made the mistake of lowering the rear bed for ease of removal. Unfortunately, when the front light came on, my friend in the driver's seat took off suddenly. This had happened before, but somehow the remaining magazines and newspapers acted like the most slippery snot and I went out of the bed, backwards, at 30 mph and rapped my head hard. That, combined with a good case of road rash on my back and arms cured me of the paper drive urge.

Still think it's a valid means of non-damaging vandalism.
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Thu 7 Oct 2010, 20:29, Reply)