Traveling Is For Sissies
We are Borderline Sociopathic Boys. We do not “travel.” No excursions for us. Please; no junkets. Sightseeing? Pffft.
We trek. We voyage. Occasionally, we rally.
As is usual, it all ends in tears and laughter. That’s the fun:
Boy, I Thought Flexing In Front Of The Mirror In Gold’s Gym Was Pretty Bad
The Borderline Sociopathic gymnast fears only two things: pigeons and sneezing.
By the way, impress your friends and win bar bets by knowing the name of that circus music they’re playing on the soundtrack: Sobre las Olas by Juventino Rosas.
(Thanks to our friends at Within the Crainium for sending that one along)
The Borderline Sociopathic Boy Often Has A Swimming Hole In His Head
Livermore Falls, New Hamster represent! The Pumpkin Seed bridge, abandoned in 1959, sits 103 feet over the Pemigewassett river. But remember; calculating the height is OK –but never tell me the odds.
(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who no doubt has a swimming hole in his head, for sending that one along)