Again, sometimes I don't quite understand other cultures. Then again, I don't understand most things that don't involve comic books, so I'm pretty clueless.
England had its annual "Tough Guy Race" a few days ago. Sound like fun? Did you know that you have to sign a death warrant before starting? I guess you have to say they won't be responsible...if you die...from this race.
I know what some people might say, "Well, you run the risk of death every time you get into your car." And they'd be right. BUT, I don't get into my car thinking, "I'm going to drive my car all crazy-like with hopes of risking death."
You have to run through a pond full of leeches, scale a 40ft tall wall, and even run over burning tires. How do you decide to do all that?!
"So, what do you want to do today?"
"Hmmm...How about we care for kittens at the local shelter?"
"OR! We could go run over burning tires!"
"Well slap my wrists and call me sprinkles! I'm all about that!"
"Really? I was just kidding. I'm all about the kittens."
"oh...yeah...me too. I love kittens. Like, way more than catching on fire."
So, if you're a tough guy or gal, you can go cover yourself with leeches and play with fire. I'll stick to fluffy bunnies.
I'm off to toughen up.
Enjoy!
-DJ
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