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Thing the First:
Shock of shocks, Boston's Finest didn't get picked up. *facepalm*

Thing the Second:
OMG LONDON 2012 WTFUCKINGF?!?!



Unless they arrive on a levitating pile of pasta as the Olympic Flying Spaghetti Monster, I am SO not okay with this.

Can we just use Quatchi and Miga and Sumi and Mukmuk again? Cause... Wenlock and Mandeville are not doing it for me.

::edit:: It's worse than that. They're shiny.

Date: 5/20/10 12:00 am (UTC)
ext_21680: Blocky drawing of me (TISM O.o)
From: [identity profile] e-mily.livejournal.com
What the hell is that?!

Date: 5/20/10 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dramaturgca.livejournal.com
The new London Olympic mascots. Beyond that, I have NO IDEA.

Date: 5/20/10 12:03 am (UTC)
ext_21680: Blocky drawing of me (GWS boobies)
From: [identity profile] e-mily.livejournal.com
ja;sldkjsdf what I don't even.

augh.

Date: 5/20/10 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dramaturgca.livejournal.com
It's worse than that. *points upwards*

Date: 5/20/10 01:07 am (UTC)
ext_21680: Blocky drawing of me (*eyebrow*)
From: [identity profile] e-mily.livejournal.com
*reads*

What.

The.

Hell.

Those designers are on some SERIOUSLY good drugs.

Date: 5/20/10 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] satyr69.livejournal.com
Looks like the one on the right wet himself.

*snark*

Date: 5/20/10 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] willskyfall.livejournal.com
I think this wins the "most inexplicable post on my friends feed" award for today.

I . . . what.

Date: 5/21/10 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dramaturgca.livejournal.com
Olympic mascots, for great lose. I don't understaaaaaaand.

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