Groan…
Way to deal with Les endless’ whining, James: go and ask his daughter to keep him in line. Are there no real men on this expedition? Talk about “begging for a beatdown”: Les is in need of some serious bitch-slappin’. Volunteers?
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Polé Position
Good thing Les “trained” for this climb, huh? I’m not sure if it’s “the altitude sickness” but he’s got those same black Zip-a-tone freckles that Summer had when she came down with the flu. Note that although James is serving as “guide” on this trek, he’s wisely letting Dan and Backpack Kitty lead the way, no doubt just in case they startle a hungry cheetah or baboon.
Do-Rag Dan
Poor Dan! He’s wearing a cancer schmatte. And speaking of cancer and headwear, I hadn’t noticed ’til today that Les’ manly adventurer hat has a pink headband. And speaking of colors: has anyone else noticed that the sky in these Africa strips has been a weird orangey-yellow?
Kitten Kaboodle
The ascent has not even begun yet, but I’m already getting a sense that between Les’ annoying schtick and Dan smuggling in his own fauna, James’ patience with this batch of travelers is beginning to wear thin.
Kitty-manjaro
To borrow a comment from The Comics Curmudgeon:
Vanya
July 6th, 2012 at 8:15 amFW: On some level I have to admire the incredible condescension of a writer who thinks a one-in-a-lifetime trip to Africa isn’t sufficient to sustain reader interest. Nope, better throw an abandoned kitten in there! Got to keep Granny Margaret reading.
But that’s no ordinary kitten! He’s able to keep pace with a Land Rover! Step on it, James!
Son of Stuck Funky 