Nuggetting - To Nugget - Nuggetted - Nuget (french)
Nuggetting was discussed briefly in Sydney Slang. Nuggetting is a popular pastime in many Sydney schools. It's basically the process of turning someone's bag inside out when they're not looking, but there's so much more to it. At my old school you'd hear "NUGGET!!" being shouted frequently from all corners. At university I heard it ONCE in the past year.
Guide to nuggetting
Oh what's this? A stray bag lying sans entourage??
First: remove all the items.
Now the inversion process. Just grab the corners from inside the bag and pull them outside. This type of bag is particularly easy to nugget. Private school bags and any other bag with corners and shape will prove more of a challenge. Make sure the straps go inside the bag.
Then put all the items back in the bag and zip it up! It's that easy. It's your choice whether you zip it 100% or so at least the zipper shows for easy un-nuggetting.
Then you dump it back where you found it. "Nugget" gets its name because the end result looks like a nugget. McDonalds or gold...your choice.
Important to know: If you're caught nuggetting a bag by the nuggettee, you must un-nugget it yourself.
What else can be nuggetted?: Anything that can be turned inside out can be nuggetted. Pencil cases, purses.. wigs? Don't go crazy and start flaying people though, humans weren't made to be nuggetted.
Extra: It's very popular to write "Nugget" in white-out on the bag, or in pen on the tag that will now be very visible in the bag's nugget form. This is an excellent way to mark which bags have already been nuggeted before, some people like to put a tally on the bag also.
Try it today!
A Nuggetting Non-Fiction Story
Here's the True and Tragic Story of Poor Alvin — a real life nugget situation. Awesome pictures provided by Jam-Head.
Alvin had never been the deepest sand dune in the Southern coast. Despite having been repeatedly nuggetted, his mind was too Adelaiden with tainted tap water to exercise appropriate caution. Alvin had crossed the street to buy a Caesar Salad from the local chicken outlet… his bag did not accompany him.The student’s acquired radii, honed from years of nugget training, began beeping furiously. School was almost over and it was Spring, even the birds and the bees were nuggetting each others’ eggs and hives.
Most surprisingly, it was Craig, the pseudo-British Christian and chronic nugget victim, who grabbed the bag first. Preston, whose fingers had aged into a perfected nuggetted formation over the years, seized the bag from Craig and pattered away to a safe distance.
It felt detached and broken to the touch. Years of nuggetting had made this bag particularly nuggettable. Twelve seconds later, it was done.
But where to dump it? Fortunately there was a bin nearby. Unfortunately it was devoid of unlicked yogurt lids.
It was brilliant… yet incomplete. Sure enough, it was Brett who placed the cherry on the whipped cream.Brett, who was as nimble though less renowned as Jack, promptly grasped the nugget and hustled his South African limbs to the apex of the tennis court. The sun seemingly shone around this act of cruel genius.
There it hung, proud and rebellious, encompassing nature and tradition.
Alvin’s return brought with it copious swearing, typical of a nugget victim. He hadn’t even seen his inverted bag yet, but the nugget shaped gleams in the students’ eyes were more blatant than sin and fireworks.
It was a moment of sheer unity (‘cept forAlvin). People of different years, ages and heights, all combined to laugh at this martyr of a bag-- martyr of whatever non-nuggetting religion that exists. A crowded, bustling scene of students full of merriment and birdlike chatter amalgamated in nuggetty revelry.
Alvin cast his gaze upward as a single tear reflected a convex glory.
