What does a frat boy at a kegger have in common with a fan favorite at a Survivor Auction? Neither one can finish what he starts after he's had a few.
Booze is never a good idea when you need to keep your wits about you. Just ask Malcolm if slamming a few beers helped him to focus on that clue to the hidden Immunity Idol that he desperately needed to find. Something (experience) tells me that trying to commit a few simple instructions to memory while a little bit snockered was not one of the easier things that he has ever attempted, especially since so much was riding on him getting it right.
Impaired reasoning led a slightly hungover Malcolm to the well, where he began a fruitless search for the elusive idol. He was interrupted by Nosy Andrea and her sidekick, Cochran, who parked themselves on top of the well and refused to let Malcolm hunt for his salvation in peace. After Cochran traipsed off to the little boys room, Malcolm and Andrea engaged in that favorite playground pastime, Standoff, until Malcolm surrendered his position, and his shot at surviving Tribal Council.
Outplayed during an endurance Immunity Challenge, outlasted by Pain In The Ass Andrea in a battle of wills, and unable to outwit a bunch of nitwits, Malcolm found himself booted to The Ponderosa, where The Specialist was waiting to play Special Ops: The Survivor Edition with him.
I cannot help feeling that, in spite of his failings, my favorite hasbeen deserved better.
Do you speak from experience in your opening paragraph as well?
ReplyDeleteI am not going to answer that on the grounds that anything I say will be used against me by my daughter.
DeleteI knew it.
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