Olympics Schympics

Olympics have consumed me. Entirely. They have even consumed my dreams. Last night I had a dream that Michael Phelps was really a robot and on his final swim of the evening he banged his head against the Timex wall and his skin peeled away and it was revealed that he was indeed, non-human. I know everyone is in awe of the man and his swimming prowess and his endurance and his ginormous sized feet and the way his wingspan is twice his height and blah blah but what fascinates me is how he manages to keep on those legging suits during his swims. You know the ones that come just below the hip bones of males almost revealing what lies beneath. I feel at any time, those things are just going to come sliding off and Phelp's celebrity status will skyrocket. Or plummet. Depending on what lies beneath.