Hi ho hi ho, to the dump we go!

I love the dump.  There's something so satisfying about a trip to this place of waste and refuse.  I get caught up in the sights, sounds, and let's not forget the smells.  Yes indeed, I do like going to the dump.  The old mattresses, family room couches, and the super hero torso made of grey plastic, where did they come from?  Who did they belong to?  And what kinds of stories could they tell?  This introspection about someone else's trash is all fine and well, but doesn't explain the real reason I love the dump.  

What it boils down to is this: I like to throw stuff down and watch it break.