G'day Team,

Are you sick of traditional so-called extreme sports?

Do you think skiing is just a water-downed version of falling off a mountain and bungee jumping would be funner without a rope?

Have you ever looked at a squirrel-suiter and thaught "Hell, squirrels can do it, whys it so impressive for a fully evolved Homo Sapien".

Well, mate, do I have a surprise for you! Welcome to the world of...

BIN

LID

STANDS

"Sounds siq brah, but what are Bin Lid Stands?" I hear you say!

Let me set the picture

It's 6am, you've just dragged yourself out of bed when you realize it's bin-collection day and your bings aren't out.

Shit gets really real, really fast!

You smash on a three-day-old pair of boxers and fly to the door. Half a piece of toast in one hand and keys in the other.

You get to your bins just as you hear the collection truck turn into your street, you know that at this point in the game seconds count!

You artfully one-hand the bin down your front path, dragging your out of control vehicle the last two meters on a single wheel you pull a perfect pirouette at the last second and slam your bin into place. Just as the collection truck pulls into position.

You make eye contact with the driver.

He's seen you, he knows what you've done, he knows you're a hero.

He winks

You blush and try to walk away casually

But he's not done with you yet!

He's got a few tricks of his own and unbeknown to you he's about to unleash one of the most potently sick tricks in any collection-truck-drivers arsenal!

You turn as you hear your bin being emptied and watch as the collection trucks automated arm lower it towards the curb, jerked roughly by the firm yet fair mechanical contraption.

The bin touches down and the arm lets go, but the bin is on an angle.

You hold your breath.

The bin totters and begins to fall, wheels sliding forwards as both you and the truck driver watch on in horror.

'It's gone' you think 'fucked as the Virgin Mary'

The bin's lid flickers back a little, you watch in horror.

'But what if?'

The bin slants further as the lid stays straight. The laws of probability splinter then shatter and give way. Physics faulters and a crack in space-time tears through reality. Somewhere a fairy keels over and dies.

The bind comes to a rest, propped between two wheels... and it's lid.

You're cheering like a bloody maniac as you fall to your knees and begin to worship your new god.

The truck driver moves on, smiling a little and knowing that you now have a bond to him that will last a life-time.

Sounds Exciting, How do I get Involved

Throughout the ages there have always been clandestine organizations whose soul purpose was to worship, practice and (quietly) spread word of the Holy BLS.

At the moment their only known public face is here where I have admittedly stolen all my material from.

Thanks for reading team!

Feel free to check out some of my other posts

-tfc

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