While standing behind
an unsuspecting fella, who is preferably deep
in conversation or thought, one would reach a hand through his legs upward, grabbing
the top of the belt buckle
and in one swift, smooth and forceful motion pull down and back and watch the poor gent either smash their face
in the ground or complete a front flip. Be prepared to run.
Geoffrey had been egotistically running his mouth
all day, so when I noticed
he was taking a few pictures with his haggard harem, I swooped in and administered an unforgettable underbender, on film.