On A Slow Bus To China
Duke and Lauren are close behind, with Peter and the still-leaking Sarah next.
I have to wonder just where in Kentucky these two live. They can’t be tha
t secluded (as the strains of Dueling Banjos
plays in my head).
After some annoying cheers from the unambiguously gay duo Tom and Terry
Yep, good ol’ Peter put his girlfriend up as a freak show to get some cash. Thankfully, he didn’t get one thin jiao, and I’m left with the urge to kick this guy in the teeth.
Kimberly gets splashed in the face with some dirty water, and wonders aloud if she could catch any diseases from it. I’m hoping she’ll get laryngitis, myself.
And here I thought all Southern boys knew how to go mudding.
“Can horses smell fear?” . . . The horse must have heard her, because after she kicked it (at Rob’s insistence), the horse ran her smack into a tree limb, knocking her to the ground. Everything
Somehow, between the crying, yelling, and lost hats, they all complete the tasks and get their next clue.
Peter Perfect . . . I sure hope Montezuma has his revenge on Peter.