Aye, laddie, it’s the Scots. I find myself liking Bob more and more as this strip goes on (it’s a palindrome, you know, like kayak or racecar.) Still wondering when Lowell’s ugly mug will show up next.
Climbing Everest: $60,000. No mountaineering skills required, guides “guarantee” to get you to the summit. Weather permiting.
Rafting in the Grand Canyon: $10,000 for him. Again, no rafting skills required, plenty of professional guides to help.
Racing in Boneville: A large bank account is needed. No professional skills required.
Biking across Ireland. No skills required.
Biking down a volcano. No skills required. Lots of money a plus to get the equipment.
All of his “sportman” event he said can be purchased by anybody with a large bank account, and he probably was baby sat by professional guides, except for Ireland.
Kayaking down a river rapids, that requires skills because a) you go alone and b) the river does not care who you are.
So listen to the Moonunit Mr. I-am-a-sportman, because he knows what is involved and required and you don’t.
He might have needed a professional guide in Ireland as well.
GPS often places me some 3 km away from where I am, back roads wander a lot and sign posts frequently divide the county into Dublin and ‘everywhere else’ (sometimes in Gaelic only). Add someone giving directions in a thick west country accent and good luck to Mr Senator’s Son finding his way
Considering his mom has time to do anything she wants, like picket the event; and his dad is a Senator; they seem to have buckage so betting he did the stuff ‘for real’. And yes, as the mom seemed to indicate, she expected to pay buckage and someone would herd her precious so he wouldn’t get hurt. This is the first one where she got told nuh-uh, he could get killed all by himself. No coddle-way to get through this.
YEP. If you have two ways to do it, right way and wrong way, if you don’t know better you’ll do it the WRONG way. Every time.
Okay so Mr. Entitled there has done a bunchOcrap. Still expecting him to splinter his kayak and lose his dental work.
Anger management skillz. Got mad anger management skillz.
And, besides, those Irish aren’t the ones that wear the skirts.
Aye, laddie, it’s the Scots. I find myself liking Bob more and more as this strip goes on (it’s a palindrome, you know, like kayak or racecar.) Still wondering when Lowell’s ugly mug will show up next.
rotfl. guess mr. i have done all this stuff is not so mighty now.
Bob is the brain … Blondie is the brawn?
Climbing Everest: $60,000. No mountaineering skills required, guides “guarantee” to get you to the summit. Weather permiting.
Rafting in the Grand Canyon: $10,000 for him. Again, no rafting skills required, plenty of professional guides to help.
Racing in Boneville: A large bank account is needed. No professional skills required.
Biking across Ireland. No skills required.
Biking down a volcano. No skills required. Lots of money a plus to get the equipment.
All of his “sportman” event he said can be purchased by anybody with a large bank account, and he probably was baby sat by professional guides, except for Ireland.
Kayaking down a river rapids, that requires skills because a) you go alone and b) the river does not care who you are.
So listen to the Moonunit Mr. I-am-a-sportman, because he knows what is involved and required and you don’t.
He might have needed a professional guide in Ireland as well.
GPS often places me some 3 km away from where I am, back roads wander a lot and sign posts frequently divide the county into Dublin and ‘everywhere else’ (sometimes in Gaelic only). Add someone giving directions in a thick west country accent and good luck to Mr Senator’s Son finding his way
Did he do all that in real life or on his Xbox?
Considering his mom has time to do anything she wants, like picket the event; and his dad is a Senator; they seem to have buckage so betting he did the stuff ‘for real’. And yes, as the mom seemed to indicate, she expected to pay buckage and someone would herd her precious so he wouldn’t get hurt. This is the first one where she got told nuh-uh, he could get killed all by himself. No coddle-way to get through this.