Better than grillz (if that’s even possible)

The Olympics never cease to entertain me. Normally, I’d be satisfied with swimming, gymnastics, badminton, skeet shooting … whatever. But this year, I’ve found a new favorite: Boris Johnson, London’s wildly-maned mayor. Today, he managed the seemingly impossible and officially outdid all Olympians–and himself, for that matter.

Let’s leave his humble opinion of the opening ceremony and his rather lackluster assessment of London public transportation alone for the time being, and skip right on down to “jolly good reason to feel cheerful about the Olympics” number 19, which, somehow, rises above all others.

19. As I write these words there are semi-naked women playing beach volleyball in the middle of the Horse Guards Parade immortalised by Canaletto. They are glistening like wet otters and the water is plashing off the brims of the spectators’ sou’westers. The whole thing is magnificent and bonkers.

How touching … if you get my drift. Hardy har har.

I don’t even know what half those words mean, but I do know that this most certainly beats the shiznat out of Ryan Lochte and his casual red, white, and blue grillz.

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Maybe.

Xoxo Lethal

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