Earlier i took said bike to the lake, and arrived to see Chartel (a name i most certainly misheard) tossing stones, very aggressively at a drowned possum on the shores of the lake. I was only slighty disgusted, afterall, it is not my place to discourage him. In one way it shows some kind of interest in nature. This "chartel", according to his YMCA leader "is going to hell", and it was tough to be reprimanded, i am sure, by a lady that was hardly more attractive than the bloated possum in the lake. ANyways, my friend Chartel (marshell, maybe) is not interested in hell, so he screams "I love you possum) as the rocks thud against the rodent with sound of a drum with a loose head. Best event of the visit.... I really can't describe the sound but it was enthralling and at the same time disgusting, and as i walked by, not knowing whether to be disgusted or take part, i simply smiled, perplexed monetarily that he could focus on the activity for entire 30 minutes of my swim. how useful he would be if he did yoga just once.... "aw shit, fuck this, naawww man im not.... oh hmmmm....... oh ooooooo...... oh yes i read Eat, Pray, Love, wasn't that on oprah's booklist?
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