It was a bit cold for making snowballs so we needed to dig down a foot or so to reach packing snow. We had been throwing from behind the same house for a few days now. The owner never came out to yell at us and we suspected he was on vacation, since the same lights were always on. It was a good location because it backed to a few acres of woods and fields. We knew the field and its obstacles better than anyone so the occasional victim that decided to leave their car and chase us had little chance of catching us.
snowball in hell
- snowball in hell (part 2) by Zinc Oxide