By Balls Malone
When you think about it, figure skating is really based on who is able to showcase their taint in the most grandiose way.
I suppose you don’t have to think about it this way, but it makes it a lot more entertaining. Particularly when you’re watching in Japan and don’t really understand what the commentators are saying.
Announcer 1 (male), yelling:
“Ohhhhh!! Subarashi!” (translation: “Wow! What a taint!”)
Announcer 2 (female), breathlessly:
“Hai! So desu ne.” (translation: “Indeed! Nothing much left to the imagination in that play, Bob.”)
But we really should not allow the spectacle of the whole event distract us from just how much work these world-class athletes have put into preparing themselves for the competition. All those long, early mornings spent stretching out and limbering up their taints. All the hard falls on that unforgiving ice that have bruised those taints.
So I salute you and your taints, you intrepid purveyors of your intimate, inter-orifice treasure.
It really is a wonder of the modern age, this taints on ice.