Lake of Shit Mixed with Dirt

The lake of Dirt & Shit was equally interesting as we passed through it and onto the current generated by the River of Oil. "This is where people who mix truth with lies go. Y'know, like telling someone that they should buy hurricane insurance because you never know, but not mentioning that your policy does not include flooding or impact damage, which are the two things hurricane's do. That kind of shit." We plodded on and I listend as people told bizarrely appealing lies. TONS of Creationists were down here, arguing that gravity isn't real, that you can't prove evolution occured and that we should all just believe in magic. We coursed through the oil channel and then on into Charybdis. In here was a swirling whirpool of shit, fire, and dirt. People screamed as they were dragged around endlessly. I saw girls from highschool and college that I knew, ones who'd taken advantage of people's good nature in order to always have attention and fall-back guys. A few were a bit close to home. "These are the people who manipulate others to feel better about themselves. Social vampires, mind-slayers, Succubi. They have a lot of nicknames. You know when one of your friends starts dating a girl, then suddenly he disappears and he has no time for you? This is where their girlfriends go. Or when a guy leads a girl on forever, always telling her that he doesn't think they are going to work out then having some deep meaningful chat and hooking up. They're in here too. They literally suck at all of social interaction as we know it for their own benefit. Ergo, they are at the center of the Four Pillars." Faulkner and I both looked sad as the nameless kayaker controlled us down into the whirlpool, perhaps knowing one too many people who had gotten the better of us when we were younger. Taking a few rocks stored in my robe, I pegged a few girls that called my name out. It felt pretty good. We then descended down into the realm of the socially unacceptable sins.