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Sydney, New Hampshire

Posted in Max, SK by Saul on June 1st, 2008, 8:21 pm

Same weight, double the girl.

The general reaction was “it’s about fucking time” when the bald, frumpy senior citizen that we used to know as SK moved across the world from us*, but after the initial glee at his long-awaited departure wore off, speculation on the real facts of the matter began to run rampant. What exactly happened, anyway? Is it really possible that SK is in Sydney, Australia? And more importantly, is it really possible that SK is that bald? And most importantly of all, what was going on with that female figure standing next to SK – was she, or was she not, a tranny, and either way, how much had she been paid?

Having nothing but time on our hands, WWWF turned its powerful investigative arm loose, with a demand that it get to the bottom of these utterly unimportant questions as soon as possible. Months passed, and as they did, some puzzling information began to sift back to us, until eventually, with growing disgust, we slowly pieced the pieces of this contemptible puzzle together. And the true facts of the SK Situation are, I’m afraid to say, more sordid, more pathetic, than anything anyone of us – even Mike – could have imagined.

Let’s just spit it out: SK is not in Australia any more than Max is on the moon. Instead, SK is in LYME, NEW HAMPSHIRE, and has been ever since he claimed to have left the country! That’s right, everyone!  SK has been hiding out in his parents’ basement since October, 2006.

The truth is that SK, as we all know, has never been right since the night that he overdosed on an exotic combination of mushrooms and salvia in a seedy Amsterdam hotel room, while Noah, Saul, and Sam observed his breakdown with the truly sincere pleasure that can only occur when one watches a good friend doing something that everyone else knows will have a devastatingly negative effect on him for the rest of his life. Ever since then, SK has drifted through Brown University (may I remind that the other HHS person to attend that eminent institution was Paul “Oh-I’m-So-Normal” Schminlaw) and, subsequently, life with a deeply scarred mentality, existing in a paranoid world of colorful fantasy and confused imaginings where the only true anchor he has had is the undeniable fact of his own accelerated balding.

When the time came to leave Lyme for the Eastern world that he had preached about with such annoying earnestness to his so-called friends for the last three years, SK realized, with a sickening jolt, that he was unable to bring himself to go through with it. Brain sick and fogged with the remnants of saliva, he instead spun a cunning plot to spend the next five years holed up in his parents’ house, using high-powered Photoshop technology to make him appear to be moving through a variety of foreign locales. Fueled by desperation, enveloped in a thick cocoon of shedding hair, SK might well have gotten away with the whole scheme, had not his newest post – complete with girl – finally provoked us into finding out the truth.

Realizing the controversy that this post will cause, we asked our media department to offer up a quick example of how easily deceptions like this can be carried out. The above picture is the result.

* Although “it’s about fucking time” was, as stated, a generalized response to the news of SK’s departure, we realize that not all of you feel this way, and that some of you surely dislike him enough to make this reaction sadly understated. Therefore, we encourage you to think back and send in your own comments to let the WWWF community know how you felt when you first heard that you might never see SK again.

As a different exercise, feel free to rank that day among the overall best days of your life. As an example:

1.    Day I found out Tim had a trust fund I could leech off for the rest of my life
2.    Day SK said he was moving across the world
3.    Day I lost my virginity
4.    Day Noah got fired from his EMT job for pooping on a coworker’s windshield
5.    Day I heard Max lost his virginity behind a potted plant in the lobby of a Japanese brothel 

16 Responses to “Sydney, New Hampshire”

  1. Alex Says:

    wow

    this is the most unsuccessful post of all time

  2. Mairk Says:

    I blame Tom. The only way he can rejuvenate himself is by building a time machine that will take us back to estival for eternity. Tom, I suggest you put your thinking cap on.

  3. Samson Says:

    SK, I really think Yoko is trying to break up the band. I mean, things just haven’t been the same since she started coming to rehearsal and you just seem preoccupied all the time. The music just isn’t the same Man.

  4. SK Says:

    if i weren’t really in sydney, then why would i be wearing this hat?

  5. max Says:

    what hat?

  6. max Says:

    hi mike, i tried to email you last week but i dont have your current address, i emailed you to say; “tell her that achwell…achmed….achsell……Foley is her to see her”

  7. max Says:

    Can someone give me t-colla’s phone number, the person i called at 3:00 am when i was looking for him didn’t have his new one, thanx.

  8. god Says:

    max. 917-596-3243. if that’s busy, try 1-900-free-anal, you can usually find him there.

    -god

  9. max Says:

    I guess that was tim that hung up on me, looks like his number will be joining sauls.

    p.s. mike; i meant to write “Foley is here to see her”, which as you know is a quote from BHC-1.

  10. Mike Says:

    Of coursé I know that´s from BHC-1. I didn´t just walk into this town from the cotton feilds!

  11. Noah Says:

    Just wanted to tell everyone that I now have a girlfriend and thus I have pulled that insanely large dildo that I just now realized was in my ass ever since I broke up with Tiff (man do I miss her).

  12. god Says:

    about fucking time you loser. no really congrats, i’ve been planning this for awhile now.

  13. max Says:

    hi guys, noa isnt the only one with exciting romantic news to report, in fact just last week while visiting mahler in our nations capital i meet a lovely young hokie (virginia tech coed) who was quite smitten with me, possibly because of her abundance of back fat, which mahler and i conversed about throughout the night via txt. Around 0230 we got back to a mutual friends house and engaged in a vigorous session of on-the-couch finger blasting untill she ‘climaxed’ and then immediately got up and said ” I’m sorry but i just don’t feel comfortable with this, i don’t do random hook ups, i’m leaving”, and then she left. So yeah, pretty exciting stuff going on all around.

    Oh, p.s. SK, that picture of the kiwalla was sooooooo funny, i’ve never heard that before, it was incredibly original but i think the last time we saw each other was in tokyo, i was pretty drunk but i have a vague memory of a very perturbed massagie girl and her slender bald ‘manager’ saying that they would call the police if i didnt leave their establishment immediately, wasnt that you and your new girlfriend?

  14. SK Says:

    i can’t believe you spelled perturbed right but spelled koala like, well you can see how you spelled it.

    noah, i don’t think it’s very fair or professional to say that a girl you gave mouth to mouth to revive from death is your girlfriend.

  15. max Says:

    for those of you who havnt added mike as a friend yet make sure you do so immediately.

  16. max Says:

    sk, sorry about that comment, it was unnecessary, please apologize to your g-friend for me and tell her that i was really drunk and dont normally treat massagi girls with such wanton disrespect.

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