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True story: I once lived on a 360-acre corn farm. I informed my landlord that I was throwing a party for about 40 of my friends, and that we would be up all night. He took the wife and left for his cottage (God bless 'em).

Two days later, there's a knock on my door and it's my landlord. He's looking at me it a most amusing fashion, and asks "did you guys do anything weird last weekend?" [Apart from drinking, fishing, shooting, and causing a ruckus the answer was no].

I replied, "what do you mean?" and he takes me out back where there is a seemingly random pile of stones arranged around a perfect circle. I was mystified.

It took me two days to determine that my friends had spent a good part of the night throwing stones at circular tent (where someone had passed-out). The stones bounced-off in all directions and when the tent was taken-down, a perfect circle in the center remained. It was pretty cool.