Good Ol’ Jake. Gotta keep up appearances.
Of course, he’s gonna appear pretty dang stupid when they plaster over various joints and bendy places until he’s not much use to himself.
It’s like… some people see a goal, and do what it takes to achieve it, and don’t think through the steps that lead up to it.
Not me, though. Never done that.
I believe that stick-to-it-ive-ness was important to ol’ Billy Bob, here. Rather than try to salvage his score by backing down the ladder and trying the challenge front-way-’round, he persevered.
And in the same way that your average fourteen year old will try to bring in all the groceries in one trip from the car and wind up breaking the eggs, the pickle jar, and leaving most of a gallon of milk spreading on the front stoop, Billy Bob is gonna leave some things broken that were better left intact, and better left for a second run.
Those harnesses… they bunch up whatever you’re wearing, you know.
And sorta squish and squash things into… shapes.
Not something you want to inspect closely, I reckon.
The mascot smackdown is hotting up with some wild Mascot-On-Drunk-Mascot action!
“Teem Beer”
Subtle. Mildly irritating. I like it.
I look forward to mounting chaos. I hope you do, too.
This Outdoorfest could take a while to chronicle, I think.
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