Somebody said that the Bhutanese sultan or king had two hot daughters, and in thinking seriously about the comment, I realized that I knew nothing about Bhutan and wanted to see what it was all about.
Because, y’know, if I’m going to try and marry into Bhutanese royalty, I ought to know a thing or two about the place.
To my trusty online encyclopedia I turned, and while I got no stats on the girls or their powerful daddy, I did run into this gem:
Bhutan’s national sport is archery, and competitions are held regularly in most villages. It differs from Olympic standards not only in technical details such as the placement of the targets and atmosphere. There are two targets placed over 100 meters apart and teams shoot from one end of the field to the other. Each member of the team shoots two arrows per round. Traditional Bhutanese archery is a social event and competitions are organized between villages, towns, and amateur teams. There are usually plenty of food and drink complete with singing and dancing. Wives and supporters of the participating teams cheer. Attempts to distract an opponent include standing around the target and making fun of the shooter’s ability.
Did I read that correctly? Why on earth would you stand 100 yards away from somebody holding a frickin’ bow and arrow and taunt them? I’d do it right in his face, close enough so that I could punch him or pull his pants down before he could get a shot off.
Far more distracting, I would think, would be standing behind him and yelling PINECONESINYOURASS or pouring a pitcher of lemonade over his head as he draws his arm back.
However idiotic, this is something that I would pay to see, so now I want to go to Bhutan, hot princesses or not.
u r so funnee!!