From the earliest planning stages of the 2012 Summer Olympics, one of the (surprisingly and needlessly) biggest stories was about the involvement of McDonald’s with the fast food chain’s creation of its largest store yet, right in the heart of London’s Olympic Village. It turns out that McDonald’s – like most major sponsors of the 2012 games – had a relative stranglehold on the food market, as only Grimace and Co. were allowed to sell French fries.

What happens, then, when you pit a global celebration of the greatest young athletes from every country against the financial dominance of high calories and pink meat paste? According to a vague, poorly-written article, obesity will always find a way to triumph over exercise.

Ans as the BBC drew in record viewers for the Games, the capital shunned exercise regimes and instead indulged in the fun of the Olympics with extra snacks and alcohol in front of the T.V. leading to a whopping 18.9m stone weight gain across the UK.

And Londeners were the biggest snacking offenders with an average weight gain of 5.2 lbs. (Via The Daily Mail)

Great, people are blaming their weight gain on their own decision to sit on the couch and eat as if someone held a gun to their heads and forced them to watch the events, instead of getting up and walking around. I’m so sick and tired of this kind of lazy blame-shifting. If only we had someone with the right attitude to inspire us.

Perhaps there’s a certain 12-year old from America’s London who wants to once again help us find our greatness.

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I don’t usually consider a day complete unless I learn something new, and if that’s the case, today is an overwhelming success. Forgive my ignorance, but apparently there’s a retailer in Britain named Ann Summers, and the company specializes in, among other things, vibrators. Vibrators, as you may know, are used by women for self-pleasure when they do not have a sexual partner available. And that completes today’s With Leather Sex Education seminar.

As is the case for so many companies in London – and around the world, I suppose, but mostly London – Ann Summers decided to take advantage of the 2012 Summer Olympics being in its back yard, and yesterday the company rolled out a very special tribute to the 15,000+ athletes competing in the London games – a 24K gold vibrator. Wanna buy it? Get out your f*cking check book.

The adult store have released a new sex toy made from 24-karat gold. But you might need the salary of an elite athlete in order to afford one as it comes with a price tag of £10,000.

The vibrator, called the Lelo Inez, was on display at Ann Summer’s Westfield Stratford store by the Olympic Park today. Soldiers drafted in to work at the London Games were amongst those curious to get a look at the sex toy which was being as closely guarded as an Olympic gold medal thanks to its high value. (Via The Daily Mail or whoever wrote it first)

That’s roughly $15,000, in case you’re unfamiliar with the exchange rate for dollars and pounds. I was, so I looked it up, and then I spit my coffee all over the place and screamed, “FOR A F*CKING VIBRATOR?!?!” I mean, that costs more than what most medal winners will earn for competing.

But hey, who am I to deny a woman’s Olympic spirit? Especially if she’s willing to let me watch her celebrate the Olympics. Settle down, it’s cool, we’re perverts.

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Move over, Perd Hapley, there’s a new hilarious anchor in town. Minneapolis and St. Paul NBC affiliate KARE 11 sent anchor Eric Perkins to London for the 2012 Summer Olympics, and sure, he did his job by talking to boring, old athletes like Kevin Love and some other people who aren’t funny, but thankfully Perkins took matters of hilariousness into his own hands when he hit Bridge Street in front of the iconic Big Ben clock tower and… get ready to piss yourself… he asked people what time it was!

Oh my God, you need to watch the video right now, because it is the most incredible definition of LOLs and LMAOs you will ever see. Unfortunately, KARE 11 and NBC Olympics are all, “Hey, you can’t embed our videos, you scoundrels!” so you’ll have to go to their website to watch it, but when you’re rolling on the floor in a puddle of your own filth as you scream from exhaustive laughter, you’ll thank me. Oh you’ll thank me.

And after the jump I have another one of Perk’s hilarious on-air pranks. I won’t spoil it for you, but it is anything but a snoozer… *stifles laughter, resumes reading Family Circus cartoons*

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Highlight: Yoko Ono appearing out of nowhere and killing three Beatles at once with a machete attack.

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I may not know much about the celebrity game, but I do know that if Mickey Rourke wants to tell you a crazy story, you take that phone call every damn time. That’s why the man of the hour is Yahoo! Olympics writer Martin Rogers who posted a pretty standard Rourke story late last night, regarding how the famously batsh*t actor told him that he beat the world’s fastest man, Usain Bolt, in a street race in London earlier this year.

And you don’t have to ask, because yes, Rourke was drunk. I just assume that’s a given in any Rourke story.

“We were outside the Wellington in Central London and it was four in the morning,” Rourke said. “It was just that time of the night, you know, when anything can happen. So I went up to him and I said, ‘Come on, you are the world’s fastest man, let’s go.’ ”

“There was a space in the street of about 30 meters,” Rourke said. “I got him to back up about four paces, we set off and I got him by a few inches.”

Right there, that’s a great Rourke tale. He was hanging out, minding his own business, when Usain Bolt walks into the Wellington – which is a club for ridiculously wealthy people, yet Rourke has a suite there because they love how crazy he is – and Rourke is all, “Someone hold my parrot and this Civil War rifle, I’m gonna race this guy real quick.”

But no, it gets even better. Because it has to.

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With the 2012 Summer Olympics a week away, we’re incredibly thankful to have something so important to take our minds off of the St. Louis Cardinals sucking the annual summer lull. While the biggest Olympics news so far has been the opening of the world’s largest McDonald’s at London’s Olympic Park and the company’s subsequent monopoly on French fries, we finally got some juicy details from the athletes’ village earlier this week when U.S. Women’s Soccer goalie Hope Solo revealed that errbody is getting freaky in London.

I pray to everything sacred that my precious Alex Morgan is behaving herself.

‘There’s a lot of sex going on at the Olympics.

‘I’ve seen people having sex out in the open, getting down and dirty on grass between buildings.’

She added: ‘I may have snuck a celebrity into my Beijing room without anybody knowing and snuck him back out. But that’s my Olympic secret.’ (Via the Daily Mail)

It’s not really a secret, because she revealed that she was hanging out with Vince Vaughn and some other celebrities and they all went back to the U.S. dorms (or whatever they’re called over there, flats maybe) despite the oh-so-serious rules and curfews that the athletes must obey – wank, wank. But since the entire world knows that all of these teenage and 20-something athletes are going to party, the fine people at Durex have sent over 150,000 condoms to be dispersed amongst the 10,000+ athletes.

That’s roughly 15 condoms per athlete for 17 days of action. That means that some of those female athletes are coming home +1, if you know what I mean. I mean they’ll be pregnant. Especially if they’re American teenagers.

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