I think the judges have validated Prince Mongo’s belief in his teammate. I mean, The Prince knew she could kayak that course and win, but that’s not the belief that the judges have validated. No, they’ve bought into the idea that anyone at all was involved in what can only be described as the disemboweling of a toy boat.
You see the boat, you hear a name… you witness the unrelenting power of a gazillion foot-pounds of force on some cardboard and tape… and somehow, you feel a little bad for Gaia.
Who never existed, so far as anyone can tell.
It’s weird. Just… weird.
Maybe Prince Mongo’s group got there late and got the cheapo duct tape and the crappy boxes. And not enough time to properly get the boat glued together. I bet the paddle got lost immediately so it would have been gruesome.
Water is unforgiving.
A little later, there’s the sound of muffled footsteps approaching the judging booth, followed by Gaia’s voice saying, “Hi, I’m Thor…”
Oof.
I found out I have heart failure this morning.
That doesn’t sound like a proper diagnosis at all! We need to get you a better one.
OOH ick. Bum ticker is not a good one. May they figure out how to fix you up. (I got my share of stories). Here’s a prayer that you’ll get mended.
I turned 36 back in February. If I had known middle age was going to hit this hard I might have skipped it all together. Turns out I am doing alright for a 70 year old.
I flatlined at 15. It’s surprising when the warranty runs out and things show up. And add instant menopause (it started a few years earlier, it got ended abruptly) at 31. Just keep rolling. You get used to the adjustments… Honest. It’s worth it. Just do it. (virtual high five)