Easily the worst part of the Olympics so far: Lego re-enactments of the events. They’re popping up all over the place. My little cousin used to do this to me every time I went over his house. He’d sit me down and do a goddamn 3-hour one man show of Star Wars: Episode 1 or something equally awful. As if that movie wasn’t bad enough on its own now I have to see an 8 year old fondle a Jar Jar Binks play toy while I get blue balls thinking about Natalie Portman’s chest.
So thanks but no thanks losers. Legos are for the gays. Plus we already found a way to re-live the excitement, the drama, the memories. It’s called YouTube.