You Guys Were Talking a Lot of Smack

We hopped out of the car. I sprinted ahead to catch up with Hat Boy, Stinky, and Pepperoni Prince. I laughed at their jokes. "I'm gonna just jump off!" exclaimed Stinky, "These cliffs can't compare to those other ones we jumped off--You remember those?--but it would be so much funner if they were!" He doesn't read, so he doesn't get the difference between more fun and funner. I didn't feel like correcting him.

"You sure about that?" asked another voice. I turned around and saw Guitar God walking behind us, "You haven't seen these cliffs." Only he had, the rest of us had spent the night at his beach house, and thought it would be fun to jump off some cliffs and play in a small lake.

We walked in relative silence for a few minutes. "I'm gonna jump off the very highest," said Hat Boy.

"You were scared of jumping at the other cliffs," replied Stinky. We had gone to a small river that had a rock on one side that fell away like a small cliff. We expected this to be something similar. We were wrong.

We turned a corner, now that there was no longer a layer of trees, we could see the cliffs. The ground extended for some twenty meters, then it just disappeared. on the far side of the lake, we could see a fifty-foot tower of stone climbing up to the ground. This was way taller than the puny rock we had called a cliff.

"You guys were talking a lot of smack weren't you?" asked Guitar God. We slowly, carefully, made our way to the bottom of the cliffs and spent a good couple of hours in the lake.