Crap-Not Crap: The Olympics
163Chris Hoy just won his third Gold at these games. The first Briton to do so in 100 years. The British cycling team have been great.
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gjhardwick wrote:shut up you massive baptist
Crap-Not Crap: The Olympics
164Josef K wrote:Chris Hoy just won his third Gold at these games. The first Britain to do so in 100 years. The British cycling team have been great.
Everybody sing along...
Oh Flower of Scotland...
dude, where's my life?
Crap-Not Crap: The Olympics
165Christine Ohuruogu nicks the 400m from the tying-up American. GET IN.
I'm feeling all flag-wavy today. Only a few more days of sports I like, then it's back to four fucking years of the overrated, overpaid, graceless, passionless, but still allegedly 'beautiful' game.
I'm feeling all flag-wavy today. Only a few more days of sports I like, then it's back to four fucking years of the overrated, overpaid, graceless, passionless, but still allegedly 'beautiful' game.
Crap-Not Crap: The Olympics
166My great 2008 Olympics moment:
As some running or gymnastics event that featured some hard-poopin' Jamaicatrix or freakish Chinaman played on the c. 1985 television, I watched:
(i) to my right, a blind man sloppily eat a dinner salad while simultaneously smoking a cigarette that his hideously adorned female caregiver had rolled for him; and
(ii) to my left, a dead drunk who bore a strong resemblance to a let-himself-go Mick Fleetwood (imagine that!) slump over his beer as a fly worked its way down the back of his two-sizes-too-small-and-pit-stained "white" t-shirt and into the flesh-space between said shirt and his too-low grey sans-a-belts.
The fly worked its way into Mick's nethers as I turned to watch Blindy chewing and smoking.
It was a majestic scene.
As some running or gymnastics event that featured some hard-poopin' Jamaicatrix or freakish Chinaman played on the c. 1985 television, I watched:
(i) to my right, a blind man sloppily eat a dinner salad while simultaneously smoking a cigarette that his hideously adorned female caregiver had rolled for him; and
(ii) to my left, a dead drunk who bore a strong resemblance to a let-himself-go Mick Fleetwood (imagine that!) slump over his beer as a fly worked its way down the back of his two-sizes-too-small-and-pit-stained "white" t-shirt and into the flesh-space between said shirt and his too-low grey sans-a-belts.
The fly worked its way into Mick's nethers as I turned to watch Blindy chewing and smoking.
It was a majestic scene.
Crap-Not Crap: The Olympics
168Rodabod wrote:Enjoying the BMX now. Those guys are getting some serious air.
Hit me with more of that jive talk, jitterbug.
Crap-Not Crap: The Olympics
169We already to mentioned Italiano Double Trap medal winner of silver?
Is to make the tears flow from my eyes also! Of funnies!
Is to make the tears flow from my eyes also! Of funnies!