About a month ago I noticed a big grey lump next to the bus stop near where I work.

The lump turned out to be a rock molded out of plastic.

I've been waiting for the rest of the Zen garden to appear, but the poor imitation rock does not appear to be part of a larger landscaping scheme. Today I found out what the "rock" is for:

It covers some new sewer equipment.

I hope it is not intended as a safety measure.

A good idea, but a waste of money and effort. I just got those things stickin out of the ground and I've never had a problem with it.

Damn I thought this thread was about my chemical romance.

do you often walk around snooping? why dont you get a van, some stoner friends, and a talking dog and solve mysteries?

If I came across a big fake rock, you better believe I'd be curious. Just because you're content to play with your own balls and walk around in a perpetual state of stupidity doesn't mean the rest of us are.

instert comeback here. __________________________

also, if you had balls like mine youd be content too.

sounds kinky.

you shouldn't show this to my mother, she would probably go into a soaring rage. she has this obsession with landscaping the yard with rocks. she has been going to the construction sites around winchester (and there are many) to fill up the back of the subaru with rocks. then, she makes me sit in the yard and form them into a virginia style slave wall for her garden.

fortunately, the wall is complete now and there's no more space in our yard for projects like this. however, she still hoards rocks without knowing what to do with them like it was some compulsion.

once, i suggested she get this product called "rock lock" which is a wall section of polyethylene "rocks" that lock together at paralell or right angles. she went into a rage about how there would be no "imposter rocks" in her yard.

she's on her naturopathic/pyramid scheme kick right now, so the rock thing is past for the most part.

Oh No He Lifted The Rock Dear God!

I wouldn't be surprised to find an MTV logo somewhere on that fake rock...

That's the best post I've seen from you yet. We get a humble and honest look into your personal life that is untainted by pretension. Well done Young Werther, you are learning how to socialize.

If that's what you call "socialization" then consider me a bigger misanthrope than Jonathan Swift, mark my words. In fact, I'm waiting until after I turn 18 to publish my poetry so I can change my name from "Tim Meloni" to something more appropriate. I just don't know what that would be yet, probably a portmanteau word combining the name of a great writer with a great philospoher. But again, nothing is certain...

Just keep in mind that some of the best modern writers have been willing to appear in their works in a capacity other then a narrorator blessed with preternatural omnipotence. Certainty of outcome makes for a boring story; however, if you have a written work where the main character shows themselves to be human and falliable. It creates something that the reader can empathize with so that they will feel invested in the outcome of the narrative.

Careful, he's still climbing down the pretentious tree to us. We don't want to scare him back up there!

So, how did you figure that out? Did you kick it with a prosthetic leg?

those fake rocks have been around for a while now. i think they even sell them in those airplane magazines like sky mall.

you should combine the author 'bo burlingham' with the philosopher 'c. r. laring' for your perfect pen name; bo-ring. you might wanna throw a 'fucking' in front of your pen name though.

LOL, jesus christ that's brutal. you are only a teenager and know you are god once in your life.

i thought this was going to be a thread about fake crack.