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vicarzSunday Kelowna and I hit Haines Point. Um, I can’t recommend the area higly enough! First we start off walking along the water. Due to the rain and soforth, the water is a lovely frothy brown. Remember all the new home development is destroying the topsoil, and the lack of earth and plant life as we replace life with asphalt is resulting in runoff in quantities never before seen. The runoff then leads to huge explosions of algae blooms, and the progression of diseases like the fish-borne listeria…it’s just chock full of organic goodness. Mmm…crunchy. The point has flooded recently, so there are pools of water inside the sidewalk, and when boats pass by the waves lick the land.
So we walk along the water, only getting hit with small bursts of ghetto/island music from open SUV trunk doors. Many people are fishing. Kel saw a satchel covered with duct-tape in the water, and wanted it. Unable to convince her that it wasn’t full of $$$, we grabbed it. Funny thing was it was full of water, heavy, and a touch slimier than expected. Some friendly fishing guys loaned her a net, with the caveat that they got a share of the satchel money. We retrieved the stash, only to discover it was not full of money after all. Maybe next time.
We passed more fishing people, and condoms. It was incredible, there were TONS of condoms in the water. Nice thing about condoms in the water is that they unroll and expand so they do in fact look very condom like. They were white, pink, red, green…it was like Dr. Suess condom viewing. Remember the water is washing up on the sidewalk.
The condoms dissipated as we rounded the corner, and the fisher-people concentrated. We found one guy who had caught about 5 2-3’ catfish, which he was keeping in those pools of brown water that gathered behind the sidewalk. He had a Hibachi set up, and was sharpening a knife with a sharpening stone. Many passersbys showed the big fish to their kids. I know catfish are bottom feeders - living on the trash and filth others leave behind. What do you call someone that eats the bottom-feeder? Before you answer, remember the condoms! As we walked back up the island, we passed a dead dog (I thought it was a cat at first, lost that argument) that was in one of the sidewalk pools of filth. Most of his hair was gone, but it was clearly a boy.
Later we wandered to the man emerging from the ground sculpture. Kelowna wanted to know where his huge prick was, and I pointed out that if you wanted big dick you gotta dig baby! She got a stick and started pawing at the earth… Later a 7th grade twat snickered to her friends about the obvious thong showing, to which Kel’s reaction was to yank it up to her armpits in a hearty fuck-you gesture. She then beat the crap out of the girl -that was embarrassing. It took me, a counselor, and 2 teachers to pull her off the preppie girl. I couldn’t believe she would waste her time in such a pointless violent act against a friggin little kid. Damn freak.
So we walk along the water, only getting hit with small bursts of ghetto/island music from open SUV trunk doors. Many people are fishing. Kel saw a satchel covered with duct-tape in the water, and wanted it. Unable to convince her that it wasn’t full of $$$, we grabbed it. Funny thing was it was full of water, heavy, and a touch slimier than expected. Some friendly fishing guys loaned her a net, with the caveat that they got a share of the satchel money. We retrieved the stash, only to discover it was not full of money after all. Maybe next time.
We passed more fishing people, and condoms. It was incredible, there were TONS of condoms in the water. Nice thing about condoms in the water is that they unroll and expand so they do in fact look very condom like. They were white, pink, red, green…it was like Dr. Suess condom viewing. Remember the water is washing up on the sidewalk.
The condoms dissipated as we rounded the corner, and the fisher-people concentrated. We found one guy who had caught about 5 2-3’ catfish, which he was keeping in those pools of brown water that gathered behind the sidewalk. He had a Hibachi set up, and was sharpening a knife with a sharpening stone. Many passersbys showed the big fish to their kids. I know catfish are bottom feeders - living on the trash and filth others leave behind. What do you call someone that eats the bottom-feeder? Before you answer, remember the condoms! As we walked back up the island, we passed a dead dog (I thought it was a cat at first, lost that argument) that was in one of the sidewalk pools of filth. Most of his hair was gone, but it was clearly a boy.
Later we wandered to the man emerging from the ground sculpture. Kelowna wanted to know where his huge prick was, and I pointed out that if you wanted big dick you gotta dig baby! She got a stick and started pawing at the earth… Later a 7th grade twat snickered to her friends about the obvious thong showing, to which Kel’s reaction was to yank it up to her armpits in a hearty fuck-you gesture. She then beat the crap out of the girl -that was embarrassing. It took me, a counselor, and 2 teachers to pull her off the preppie girl. I couldn’t believe she would waste her time in such a pointless violent act against a friggin little kid. Damn freak.
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Date: 2003-06-09 11:41 am (UTC)Then they drove with it tied to the top of their car out to Haines Point, where they set it up and taped people's reactions (and the Park Police taking it away).
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Date: 2003-06-09 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-09 11:46 am (UTC)but, on the bright point, it did show that your boxing training has paid off!
--kelowna
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Date: 2003-06-09 12:12 pm (UTC)