It happens every time there is a fucking Olympics. People are in their hotel rooms, cannot understand a word being said on their provided televisions, and they end up looking for stories about the fucking Olympics on the Internet. Enough of the bored motherfuckers do it long enough to discover a story or two about the fucking Games written by Mr. Beer N. Hockey which gets recorded on the DCFP stats page. I know this because normally no one reads my shit in Russia or South Korea.
Mostly the modern world is fucked up like nothing else. Every once in a while it is cooler than a New Year’s Eve beer in Dawson City.