PHHH # 1120.9

Date: 11/12/6

Wipi Set

Hounded by Sjorn Dork, HeyYoPaully (better late than never), Delicut Sikee 
(or Ginger Beard?), X-ploading Fete, Hand Solo

Weather: rain

Time: about an hour

Venue: Sondek park to the swamp and back

I nearly bit it today. Wipi led us into a swamp, or was it a fen, or a bog? 
It was definitely a wetland. The only sign of human life in the place was 
occasional white flour disintigrating in the rain and a solitary birthday 
balloon which had floated in from a faraway suburb. Though not so cold, 
there was no sun in the sky and the visibility was less than a meter in any 
direction due to fog, thorns, and the pissing rain; I was afraid I was a 
goner. Only Dork, Exploding Feet, and I ventured in to follow Wipi's trail, 
and I, being the heaviest of the group by 5-10 kg, was sinking faster, and 
further into the mud.

With each step, each movement, I only managed to twist myself deeper into 
the clutches of the unyielding, unfeeling methane-spiked muck. Aphixiation 
on this atmosphere of Uranus and the oozing waves of cold black water tugged 
me gently toward death and dream. And in my dream I had a vision of a fair 
princess, bathed in light with beautiful blue eyes and red flowing hair. 
She spoke to me in a strange tongue. Wide eyed, I stared, transfixed and 
amazed. Then, she stopped, and said, "Forrest, when the hell are you gonna 
learn dutch? FORREST!! It's me, Heleen, have you forgotten me!? Get your 
ass out of that swamp right now, before I hop on the next flight out of 
Nairobi, and beat you senseless."

Rudely awakened from my would be final rest, I realized what a shitty hash 
it was, and trudged on, following the white powder dots like a cocaine 
addict followes a line.

Hand Solo and HYP thoughtfully shortcutted the ill-fated trip into the 
swamp, while EF, SD, and I barely escaped with our lives. A pointless loop 
led us eventually to the other side of Sondek park, where Wipi introduced us 
to his only friends, a family of badgers with a taste for Arizona ice tea. 
In the badgers' house, we wolfed down multiple bags of cookies and jars of 
salsa, while Solo talked about having two houses and the difficulty of 
keeping his hoes in line in each of the respective area codes. And after 
realizing that only Solo and HYP had not yet watched Borat, we all reenacted 
our favorite parts of the movie. I regret seeing Exploding Feet and Sjorn 
Dork demonstrating their parts in a mock-up of the hotel scene. Paully was 
excited by the rubber forearm, and Solo agreed, saying he'd like to change 
his name to Fist Solo.

Anyone want to set next week?