Bon retour Adam! On my last day in Paris, I remember the police cordonning off the metro because of a bomb threat yet people just lifted the tape to get to the train. My mother and I figure “When in Paris…” and did the same thing LOL
I don’t think the author conquered France with a flamethrower, but it does look like he pulled a Carmen Sandiego: he shrink-rayed the Eiffel Tower and took it home with him.
They sell those darn mini-eiffel-tower souvenirs everywhere in Paris. There are bands/hoardes of “salesmen” walking the streets with those things. I did NOT come home with one… but I did have quite a few baguettes! …and I pointed out the tower every time I saw it.
I only ever spent an afternoon in France, because, during our bucket-list trip to Europe, we took the train from London to Paris, then an overnight train from Paris to Italy, which, if you ever get a chance to do it, do it that way (partially because there are surprisingly cheap Boston-to-London flights, and even cheaper Boston-to-Iceland, then Iceland-to-London flights, but those only started up AFTER our trip).
Anyway, my grandmother had saved up for years, and rented a villa in Tuscany, and the whole family stayed there. But my wife and I also spent some extra time in Rome. And my sister came with us for one day, and we just wandered around the place. We told her that we could do whatever, and we would think whatever she wanted to do, no matter how boring it was, would be cool, because it was Rome.
So she tested it out as we walked through a park. “Hey look! There’s a pigeon!” “Cool!” we said. “A tree!” “Cool!” “A park bench — wait a minute — that park bench is actually a piece of an ancient marble column… wait, that actually is cool…”
And then we turned around a bend in the path and she said, “HOLY SHIT IT’S THE COLI-FUCKING-SEUM.” It just … appeared there. You don’t see it, and you turn in the path and, well … “holy shit it’s the colifuckingseum” is the only possible response.
The Coliseum did not kill anybody. A total innocent. It may have tried to trip a couple of people going up and down the stairs to seats, but no one could ever prove it.
Panel 3 is the plot synopsis for Taken 4. Every time you threw a punch, did you have to say something like “Liam Neeson” or “throat punch”?
Welcome to my daily life (save the point at the Eiffel tower part, obviously
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As happy as I am to have Adam back, as sad it is to see the Guest-Strip-Alooza ended.
Bonjour Adam. Welcome back. =) Rest your arms.
Glad to hear you didn’t attack France with a flamethrower…
https://www.bugmartini.com/comic/bucket-list/
Did you?
Bon retour Adam! On my last day in Paris, I remember the police cordonning off the metro because of a bomb threat yet people just lifted the tape to get to the train. My mother and I figure “When in Paris…” and did the same thing LOL
I don’t think the author conquered France with a flamethrower, but it does look like he pulled a Carmen Sandiego: he shrink-rayed the Eiffel Tower and took it home with him.
They sell those darn mini-eiffel-tower souvenirs everywhere in Paris. There are bands/hoardes of “salesmen” walking the streets with those things. I did NOT come home with one… but I did have quite a few baguettes! …and I pointed out the tower every time I saw it.
Sacré bleu… the Eiffel tower, IT’S COMING STRAIGHT FOR US!
I only ever spent an afternoon in France, because, during our bucket-list trip to Europe, we took the train from London to Paris, then an overnight train from Paris to Italy, which, if you ever get a chance to do it, do it that way (partially because there are surprisingly cheap Boston-to-London flights, and even cheaper Boston-to-Iceland, then Iceland-to-London flights, but those only started up AFTER our trip).
Anyway, my grandmother had saved up for years, and rented a villa in Tuscany, and the whole family stayed there. But my wife and I also spent some extra time in Rome. And my sister came with us for one day, and we just wandered around the place. We told her that we could do whatever, and we would think whatever she wanted to do, no matter how boring it was, would be cool, because it was Rome.
So she tested it out as we walked through a park. “Hey look! There’s a pigeon!” “Cool!” we said. “A tree!” “Cool!” “A park bench — wait a minute — that park bench is actually a piece of an ancient marble column… wait, that actually is cool…”
And then we turned around a bend in the path and she said, “HOLY SHIT IT’S THE COLI-FUCKING-SEUM.” It just … appeared there. You don’t see it, and you turn in the path and, well … “holy shit it’s the colifuckingseum” is the only possible response.
It’s like a villain in a horror movie, then?
And, if you kill it, does it come back for a jump scare?
The main gladiatorial arena for the Roman Empire? Think about how many people it killed.
The Coliseum did not kill anybody. A total innocent. It may have tried to trip a couple of people going up and down the stairs to seats, but no one could ever prove it.
For a second I thought that you punched that guy’s head off in panel 3! That would have been a bit much.
In panel one, don’t you mean “hon hon hon!”?
What, you US people don’t do a rugby scrum everytime you have to get on and off public transportation?
How else are you supposed to do it?
Welcome home, Adam. Is that Eiffel Tower souvenir made of baguette, too? How did you carry it on a plane?