This is so eleventy. Why are you jumping off things? Why not is the only answer. You have to jump off things in order to land on the ground so you can race up the stairs and take the elevator to the top to jump off things again.
Okey dokey, then.
This is what we’re talking about here on the BSBFB. We’re poor, witless males. We have no idea what makes us ride bicycles six inches from certain sudden whoopsie, while females go shoe shopping. We’re stupid. We admit that.
In the words of Norm Crosby, I hate to cast dispersions, but fellas, come on. You’re dressed like John Kerry. This is not a manly pursuit.
Don’t get me wrong. I applaud your attempt to introduce the only element missing from from boring “sports” like yacht racing and cross-country running: defense. If the America’s Cup racers had a whiff of grapeshot and a hint of Trafalgar about them, I’d watch them.
Eating watermelon is a total guy thing. Don’t misunderstand; girls eat watermelon too. They do it wrong, though. Girls do everything wrong.