Actually just overheard by an Olympics reporter to a figure skater... "How disappointed are you that you didn't make the top four?"
"Well let's see you dumb blonde bitch...I've only trained like 3/4 of my freakin' life for this... I get up around 4 a.m. every day. When do you get up again? I spend about eight hours of my day on ice. On ICE. I haven't felt my friggin' toes since sometime around, oh say, 1994. I'm in UTAH. Hello!? My skirt flops up and shows my ass in all its glory on international television, I'm so sick of glitter I could puke, and you don't even wanna know where I lost a sequin last week. Let's see you put on a plastic smile while your body is being tossed in the air at 50 mph, as you do half of your routine with a metal blade in your face. Oh yeah, my partner's breath smells like the inside of his skate -- and I'm getting really damn tired of seeing him in spandex. What were you saying again? Oh right... It's an honor just to be nominated. Or something like that... What would Brian Boitano do?"
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