LOL @ Preach going over the top with the sarcasm as if getting blown in a park is some sort of ridiculous unlikely absurdity.
I've gotten blown by chicks in parks before, one time whilst sitting on a park bench. No it wasn't exactly broad daylight with the sun shining and toddlers running around, but it wasn't dead of night or completely dark either and there were still people around. That time was in Greece though so maybe its more common there. A cat brushed past my leg one of the times which was weird.
It wasn't really that great that time. The benches were uncomfortable and I didn't understand why she was so into it considering I had a hotel room. Altho she blew me there as well. And jacked me off in the hot tub which was strange. I don't know if its possible to come underwater. Is it? I would think you would get water in your urethra. Somebody enlighten me on that one.
Anyway......ill-matic you are a good storyteller. Also, the bench is a good subject. I expect weekly trips from you to the bench and I expect updates each time. I want to know every detail. Even if its just a bum asleep on it, or a fat woman and her fat kid eating ice cream and getting it all over themselves. I want to know. You should go at the same time every week for continuity. Perhaps some characters will make regular appearances. You could write a book and call it "A Year In The Life Of A Park Bench".
If you do I want 50% of the publishing. We would make millions. Then put up a big marquee by the bench and have a launch party. Build a stage so that I could perform there and invite everyone from StreetHop (except Bachaveli). Woody and Stred would be responsible for bringing the booze. We could broadcast the party live on the board and charge people to watch it. Then secretly we would invite Bachaveli, but book him on a flight full of people that stink really bad and have babies that cry all the time. We would make the plane fly through every possible storm and take as long as possible. Then when he eventually got there, dilla would be the bouncer on the door. Dilla would tell bach that his invite was not valid, unless he went down to the nearest bookstore and purchased 100 copies of the book. Bach would do that, but by the time he got back, all he could see was the bench. The party had gone. Everything had disappeared, except for the video camera in the tree, which, unbeknownst to Bachaveli was broadcasting his complete pwnage to a massive TV screen built into the wall of the mansion where we had all gone for the 2nd part of the party. He would cry and we would collectively point and laugh in the style of Nelson Muntz. So too, would the entire world, also watching on pay-per-view.
Chronic and Jeremy would miss the first half of the party. This is because Chronic was harvesting bud with a helicopter whilst Jeremy built the world's biggest bong with 100 tube extensions. The bowl part of the bong was built with a diamond studded T-Rex skull which had been purchased from the profits of the book. As a team of 20 StreetHoppers led by SicC carried this bong into the room, Stred & Woody enlisted the help of hizzle and FlipMo to fill a swimming pool with beer which would then be routed to a massive hanging tap in the middle of the room.
All the ladies of StreetHop would be provided with a large wardrobe of bikinis and stillettos. Prize Gotti had hijacked all the radio stations in the world and announced a competition where 100 more girls would be invited to the party. But no guys. The girls would submit their photos to the board and we would all vote on who was the hottest and the top 100 would be able to come.
Needless to say, this was the greatest party of all time. It would go down in history as such and people would make movies and write books about it. The rights were sold for a Hollywood remake which became the biggest selling movie of all time. The StreetHop party had become a phenomenon and millions of users were registering daily. Even aliens. The stories had reached other galaxies.
Until that fateful day of reckoning. SicC got angry and banned over 88.5 million users. The banned users created a rebel alliance and attempted to infiltrate the acclaimed StreetHop HQ, the very same place that had hosted the party all those days ago.
The 20 most repped users of StreetHop formed a deadly team possessing a combined strength previously unknown to man. The floodgates were opened and within 90 seconds the StreetHop alliance slaughtered the 88.5 million infidels.
The End.