According to Bob Costas during this summer's Olympics coverage, American swimmer and eighty-time Gold medalist Michael Phelps' typical breakfast includes "...Three sandwiches of fried eggs, cheese, lettuce, tomato, fried onions and mayonnaise, add one omelet, a bowl of grits, and three slices of french toast with powdered sugar, then wash down with three chocolate chip pancakes."
Why all the food, you might ask? Is it because he burns calories at a superhuman rate, which is what allows him to dominate the sport of competitive swimming?
No.
It's the munchies, son!
Oh Michael Phelps. Let the pot jokes begin (comedy writers, help yourselves to the comments section).
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How about:
Photographic proof that Phelps breathes water
Or
Phleps disappointed to learn Olympic gold isn't from Acapulco
I would make a joke, but I am beyond infuriated with all the hype this picture is getting. Why are people so damn scarred of pot? The guy is pretty much the ultimate athlete, so it's not like he's smoking up all day, every day. Let him have a little fun jerk-bags. It's like having a beer at the end of the day to unwind for Christ's sake. Also, I hope the person that took this picture and distributed it gets rusty cancer-aids and dies. I'll probably blog about it tomorrow.
One more round of applause for Geoff Crump, ladies and gentlemen.
FYI: i think rigorous handwashing is now considered effective in stopping the spread of rusty cancer-aids, just the rusty kind though
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