Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Its About Swimming

I've decided to update this place, but I haven't had a moment to change the window treatments because I'm tremendously addicted to the Olympics right now. Please bear with me while we float.

This year, I am transfixed by swimmer Michael Phelps and his all-American under-bite. He has swam and chewed a path towards his 400th consecutive gold medal. It is worth noting that his 399th medal for was for the 200 meter breast-stroke, which he completed using nothing but his ball sack. Like water wings! I bet I can't do that.

I want to thank Speedo this year, for providing a swim-suit that carries the sport of swimming to the next level. It has been my pleasure to watch that suit on the right athletes this Olympics season, crushing the competition like the juicy pimples they are. Michael squeezed France all over the mirror. Oh, Michael!

The current weather in Chicago is 66 degrees, with a barometric pressure of 29.98, holding steady.

Right this second, I am watching people light their farts on YouTube, and am preparing to stay up late and watch the Perseid Meteor Shower.

There is a wish on every fiery contrail.


Minnie-sota said...

I missed the meteor shower! Dang. Hey, do you think they are going to make fart lighting a new Olympic sport?

Did you see they voted softball off for 2012? I'm sure it was because they blamed the American Lesbians, er, I mean softball players, for crushing the competition.

Yvette said...

I would win that farting competition. I can do an aerosol can impression.

Twisted Elegance said...

Gold for Canada in the fart competition? I vote yes, they eat alot of wild game, points for flare and for aroma. How about sychronized farting?

Minnie-sota said...

Synchronized farting! Great idea, Twisty.

Mojopo said...

Synchronized farting, eh? Fabulous. I'm going to guess it's a frat thing? Which would be a tremendous oversight of Billy Bob Sixpack's contribution of noxious gases worldwide.

Just think - no one would be automatically disqualified for shitting in their pants. It's a side effect of intestinal fortitude.

May I offer you a capful of mental image brain wash? Simply tilt your head back and... Ahh. All gone.

Anonymous said...

I heard there was fart talk in here. had to check that out. Glad you are blogging Mo.

Love Pookie

Christi said...

Damn, I get NBC and I love the Olympics, but the picture I get is so fuzzy that I haven't been able to see Michael's nutsack clearly.

Mojopo said...

Hi, Pooks - Hi C. Thanks for dropping by! Olympics are awesome.