Terrible Analogies

“Not much.  Drinking, and drinking, and camping.  You?”

My favorite part is when blitzed alpha male character stumbles around like a punch-drunk fighter after absorbing a vicious round house right to the temple, managing to stay upright by nothing more than a deep-seated, eons tested, primordial basic survival instinct.

The more I watch this (and believe me, I’ve viewed this more times than I care to admit), the more fascinated I become by his slow, dim-witted partner seated on the ground who stares, and stares, and stares at the fiberglass tent poles, certain that they hold a deeper meaning than his inebriated brain is able to comprehend.  You can literally see the rusty gears strain as he struggles to join two sticks together, ultimately (and completely) failing in his attempts.  Genius!  He deserves nothing less than a standing ovation from the viewing audience.  I swear, this mentally diminished fellow could be the subject of a term paper desperately screaming to be written by an astute college freshman struggling to make the Dean’s list.

Coming from personal experience, my advice is to get your camp set up before you begin drinking.