BOB & YOU


in email. and then some.

Well, TWMers, if this morning's inbox is a reliable indicator, I've finally found a subject of scorn and derision that unites us all: Bob fucking Costas.

Here are the highlights from the emails I've already received:

I...hate...Bob...Costas. He is my personal worst person in the world for the next two weeks.

The only place I want to see Bob Costas' face is in the dictionary, under "unctuous."

I'm excited about the actual competition, but I tire of the coverage pretty quickly. You can add large doses of Bob Costas to the list of things that make me irritable.

Costas was so smarmy and self-serious with Bush that I think he thought he was auditioning for "Meet the Press." What a dick.

And, for reasons that should be obvious to you all, my favorite of the bunch:

I turned on the TV at the Holiday Inn (Express), hungry for some Olympics after three days in tents... and there, to my horror, were two things that offend me to no end, and they were talking to each other. It was like watching a dog fuck a cow. I couldn't take it. Horrible. A war criminal and a publicity criminal.

That about sums it up, I'd say. But if you want to chime in and pile on and take your turn hammering away at that unctuous dick cow-fucker -- not my words, Lord; I'm just reporting -- go right ahead. I'll be happy to post updates throughout the day...

Posted: Mon - August 11, 2008 at 08:46 AM          

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