What Do You Mean I Can’t Say Olympics?

Posted on July 30, 2012 by ohhellwhatthehell

Ah Clisare, the gift that keeps on giving.

“So I’m not allowed to say it, but they expect me to watch it?”

Note* for some reason every time Clare updates her Youtube channel I lose the Olympic one. But you should really watch her anyway.

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3 Responses to What Do You Mean I Can’t Say Olympics?

All the stuff and all the things says:

August 1, 2012 at 9:30 am

Hahahaha/weep – you have no idea how accurate this is. This is pretty how much my day goes, and I work for the motherfuckers that PAID for most of it.

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ohhellwhatthehell says:

August 1, 2012 at 1:10 pm

My local fancy furniture store has the Olympic rings illegally in its window. If there’s a spotter’s fee, I’m totally telling.

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- All the stuff and all the things says:
  
  August 1, 2012 at 1:59 pm
  
  No spotter’s fee as far as I’m aware, but LOCOG, or somesuch, have 300 ‘spies’ out and about around the UK, exactly to spot this kind of thing and then, well, flay them alive or make them watch Big Brother or whatever punishment the Olympic Gods see fit, I assume.
  I get sponsors wanting their money’s worth and all that, but really, it kinds of seems like hanging around outside the pub and then complaining that people might be drunk.
  But also leads to stuff like this, which I love: http://media.zenfs.com/en/blogs/sptusolyexperts/AyaGle5CEAM7YBc.jpg_large.jpg
  
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