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Published: September 21st 2006
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So, to prove our manhoods, Ingra suggested a short stroll up the 10,500ft peak of Mt Lassen. We said, "whatever, we do what we want," and then we set off. Here are brief notes from the team of dirty mofos involved...
Twas my 32nd birthday today, the 'mission' up the mountain was my girlfriends present to me. I was hoping for a present that involved me, her, a bedroom, no clothes and a donkey. Well, the view came a close second. I did get to see Stewhan go skinny dipping so a good birthday overall.
After a week of swinging through the trees to organise a wedding, a mountain stroll seemed a spectacular de-stresser. The mountain loomed large in front of us. We set a steady pace, but were soon caught by a mountain goat in orange pants. The top gave awesome views all around. A merry band of three chose to descend via a plunging shoe ski run down the mountains face. At the bottom we were hailed as "coool" by a bunch of 11 year olds. I guess my life is complete.
My goal is to catch a Raccoon. Spreading meat around the neighbourhood streets seemed
like the most obvious way to attract a pack of wiley creatures. But, smarter than the average bear, a sasquatch was soon on the seen to take advantage of the meat on offer. Recovery seemed to be helped by spending a day in the wild with the pack of goons in Mt Lassen's volcanic landscape. A peak succumbed, a lake was corrupted and smiles were born. I guess the sulfur really got to my head today...
Didn't think id make it up tha big hill today as a restless night wasnt a good start, but saved by the coffee bell... i made it hooray!!! No special pics of mwa was taken so piggy back ride up yomorrow thanks ha. Thanks evry1 4 waitinup. I thought chipmunks were possum sized, turns out they're sooo not (way tinier) and ill add they're harmless and super hungry AND super CUTE too. I gave them half my lunch but it was worth the show!
I personally named them Chip and Dale.
Birthday boy overpowered the sulpher pool stench so unfortunately swimming there was no longer an option. Gee bday boy, cant take you anywhere! No wild animals claimed the soggy sandwich and so
Dale (Chip's friend)
As ferocious as he is curious. it managed the cars bumber bar ride back to base. To end the day we all indulged in an armpit fested spa... mmmm
Stewhan man what can I say? I really do think youre wonderful 'creation', a fantastic friend and generally a good guy. However.....you really have to stop using that ever-so wonderful catch phrase 'whatever, we do what we want'. It reminds me of that dreadful day I was at home not feeling so well - I turner on Jerry Springer, the rest is history. Men in diapers, 'ladies' in leather, and somebody's grandmother was in spandex. As I remember it, the grandmother kept repeating 'whatever, we do what we want', or 'talk to hand MF, cause the face aint listening'. And one more thing, Stewhan, no means no!
Sitting back after the days activities, looking at my comrades sunburnt and windchapped faces, I believe that we all had a wonderful day. Given the facts that we spent hours climbing a dusty trail with a huge group of children and that we spent another hour hanging out in toxic fumerole vents watching mud boil with stinging lungs; I think we are in great spirits. Good food and
good company make everything better. Tomorrow we are off to a weeping waterfall, a glass mountain and a group of oversized mole holes.
First thing on stepping out of the big fat american pickup, I stumbled (literally) on a pack of fags. Jamie immediately wanted to bum one! The pimpchuck, chimpcup, pumpchick, pinkchunk, chipmunk (damn dilsexia) was alarmingly interested in Jamie's course of action, and we all went rolling home...
Bitchin'. Pizza. The house is nearly on fire from a dirty-ol' oven. But the pizza tasted alright anyway. Liv cooks up a storm. Bohdi starts growling cause he's real jealous of Stewhan. Don't know why. Must be the orange convict pants. (Wha-wheo) cat calls.
Y'all, I suck at mafia (no really). Turns out i'm 'too honest' and should stick to God. Well what can I say?...Twas born for that job! I'd order less freakin' chilly wind for such glorious climbs that one could participate in, such as Lassen Peak. And a bear sized racoon for Stewhan to push over tee hee. Chipmunks rule! I like lollies too. From now on, the new kiwis will drive everyone around the US of Am-eri-ca and see how many unsuspecting civilians
we can get to drop their eggs.
And that's a rap. If that doesn't make your knickers twist and your eyelids itchy, just wait for more from Team "Whatever, I do what I want"
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Amy Hall
HA ha
Your funny. Love the sasquatch photos!!!