Lest anyone think I am snobby, what with blog posts about the serial comma and Soren Kierkegaard and Marcel Proust and gerunds and dangling participles and Bloomsday and [enough, already, with the freight train of conjunctions, dude!] what-not, I hereby report I just finished watching Wipeout.
Love them thrills and spills.
I was really rooting for Aprl Robles, who would've been the first female winner.
She did okay with the big balls.
It was the finale that did her in.
Such is life: big balls followed by the climax.