Rob Pattinson at the London Olympics
Did we get ya with that title? Are you looking around thinking, “Who noticed it was me? I thought everyone who passed me just thought I was an average homeless Londoner” [I’m imagining at this point you’re in last week’s clothes with a huge bushy beard, looking emaciated and smelling like a mix between whiskey & pee]
Well, we haven’t spotted you at the Olympics (yet. but we’re looking behind every dumpster), but our friend Zephyersky imagined you were there (kinda):
In attempt to turn attention away from the scandal I will not talk about (mostly because when I do I get a vacant stare and asked why I even care, which then makes me feel the need to self explore, digging up issues that are probably best left deeply buried) I’m directing attention to another not quite as publicized event. The RobOlympics. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. It’s the competitions you had with your friends as you sat around watched to see if you won a free order of fries or a small Coke cause some trampolinist you’ve never heard of won a bronze. Does McDonald’s even offer those games in England? If so do they have Monopoly, only with London landmarks?
Anyway back to those fun little diversions between actual action while the commentator is telling the tragically uplifting back story of how that trampolinist overcame a childhood of being told to ‘stop wasting time and just mow the damn lawn already; it’s not like your training for the Olympics.’ You know how it starts – someone says “I could do that” then hops up on the couch and proceeds to jump only to crack their head on A) the ceiling, B) the floor, or C) for those extremely talented – both the ceiling and the floor.
Then you all take turns until the couch frame is cracked and you’re covered in plaster with several head shaped dents in the ceiling. After that you determine the best way to fight the headache you now have is to drink it away. This leads to speed Heineken drinking and bottle cap skipping. Soon you’re just a group of drunken mumbling idiots looking through the wreckage for that free fry tab and wondering who you can call to drive you to McDonalds.
Betting on you to take the gold,
Good idea for Rob to pass the time while he waits for Liberty Ross to call him back, right? And a question for those of you up on the rumor mill— was Rob planning to come home to London for the Olympics? Do you know? And if you do, how do you know? Stole his mail? Peeked in his windows? Hacked his phone? His e-mail? All of the above? ‘Atta girl*
PS: Moon is in Africa. I am in Pennsylvania- soon to be on a beach. I just thought you should know (and if you want to write a letter to Rob while we’re both busy… you may xxoo)
*We don’t condone stalking. Usually
Jumping Rob still makes me smile! 🙂
Not sure about Robs left hand in the first picture. Isn’t he famous for his beautiful hands (besides all the other stuff)? Well, this one freaks me out a little.
He’s just showing off his strange ability to make you think he has six fingers. One of those pictures where you have to look twice and count them again.
You are so right, I really had to count them!
Before I read your comment I scrolled back up to count them LOL
Dudes. Haven’t y’all heard. Rob is still in Cali probably babysitting Reese Witherspoons kids/ teaching them how to smoke and be angsty.
And apparently taking care of her chickens and donkeys etc. It’s therapy for him.
Ok wow, I just found this site yesterday (for shame 🙁 I know) and I just have to say I love it! Your brand of snark feeds my soul like none of these other sites have. I came from a happy go lucky site where I found myself disillusioned by the amount of sun that shone from Rob’s ass, cute though his ass may be. I read your post about the breakup kit and nearly fell off my chair! It was a much needed relief in the wake of the cheat seen round the world.
Now where did you get this fabulous feather-jumping pic? Is it a manip because it is hilarious!
ohhhhhh WOW… welcome!! i love that people still find us! and I don’t know where Zeph found it…. maybe she’ll let us know! WELCOME
Does this mean the Olympics have added drinking games to the lineup? I gave up my dreams of Olympic gold ages ago because I was too old to start training and wasn’t athletic anyway. But drinking, now that is something I’m good at! Yay! There’s hope for me yet. Beginning training now. Chug!
I always that there should be an olympic event called “World Class Bitching”. I’d bring home the Gold in that one, fer sure! DH would agree, no doubt. *smirk*
Um, that’s “always thought”. Geesh.