“I grew up on a farm. I have seen animals having sex in every position imaginable. Goat on chicken. Chicken on goat. Couple of chicks doing a goat, couple of pigs watching.”
OK, I know this sounds silly, but you really do learn a lot about everything from the Olympics.
I learned that the names of some countries sound really cool in Chinese.
That Yao Ming almost squashed some small child who survived that earthquake they had a while back. That would have sucked.
That when the Chinese contingent entered the stands during the opening ceremonies, my dog started to bark at the screen.
Fucking racist ass dog.
For me, the Olympics are like a viral thing. It’s hidden for a long time, but every two years it rears its ugly head and I can do nothing but watch the Olympics.
I am so happy.
This is beautifully written bad music. Like they found a way to make a really bad idea for a theme into something close to absolute brilliance.
Dear Geico,
Less Caveman, More Gecko.
Sincerely,
Jonah Weiland
North Hollywood, CA
