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Wasn't gymnast Mary Lou Retton the cutest, bounciest, most determined little thing in leotards? And doesn't her stunning triumph at the 1952 Olympics seem like it happened only yesterday?
Are you looking forward, as I am, to her inspirational cheerleading in Athens this summer, where, if she's even half as perky as she was last week on the Today Show, goats' milk will curdle into feta cheese while it's still in the animals' udders?
Honest to God, pornsters, I don't think I can handle the Olympic Games if that elfin huckster's jingoistic chirping is typical of what we'll be getting dosed with between Orange Alerts for the duration. It's already a challenge not to pull an Elvis and shoot at the TV whenever Bela Karoli's name is mentioned, ever since I read an account by a former gymnastics student of how he helped girls postpone the disastrous advent of puberty by reminding them that breasts made them look like "fat cows" and complimenting sudden, dramatic weight loss. Doesn't that make you want to throw up? Or eat some waffles?
Me too.
Is anyone else dreading the games, yet drawn to them like goats to a salt lick?
Are you looking forward, as I am, to her inspirational cheerleading in Athens this summer, where, if she's even half as perky as she was last week on the Today Show, goats' milk will curdle into feta cheese while it's still in the animals' udders?
Honest to God, pornsters, I don't think I can handle the Olympic Games if that elfin huckster's jingoistic chirping is typical of what we'll be getting dosed with between Orange Alerts for the duration. It's already a challenge not to pull an Elvis and shoot at the TV whenever Bela Karoli's name is mentioned, ever since I read an account by a former gymnastics student of how he helped girls postpone the disastrous advent of puberty by reminding them that breasts made them look like "fat cows" and complimenting sudden, dramatic weight loss. Doesn't that make you want to throw up? Or eat some waffles?
Me too.
Is anyone else dreading the games, yet drawn to them like goats to a salt lick?
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