So I’ve been catching the occasional Olympic event here and there, and all I can say is if I’m ever in Rio, I’m avoiding their pools like the plague…which they probably also contain.
You know what’s worse than pee in the pool?
Know what’s possibly even grosser than that?
Yeah, I think I’ll pass.
Naturally I offer my sincerest apologies for making sport of Ms. Shi and Mr. Makovich, although I think we can all agree that it’s the parents who are really to blame here for not fully researching their choice of baby name and any resulting abbreviations/initial combos in every human language ahead of time just to make sure it would never someday translate as something unfortunate at the Olympic Games. It’s called planning, people.
Sorry also to Mr. Feck, who just so happened to be in the right place at the right time to indulge me in one of my favorite hobbies: pausing footage of male divers so that they look naked. (Oh , and my condolences on those scores.)
What’s been everyone else’s favorite part of the games?