Brandy: I don’t know why they wear those hats. Maybe in case some big Hungarian bitch boxes their ears.
Julie: Now this is like an Olivia pool game Yes. Cauliflower ears.
Julie: They’re like treading water the whole time.
Brandy: It’s like soccer in the water?
Julie: But not with feet.
Brandy: Dumb. There’s an underwater pussy camera!!! And you can get really good labia shots!
Julie: They should keep the camera underwater.
Brandy: And butt crack shots.
Julie: Pooossyy show.
Brandy: Pussy show!
Julie: Water pussy.
Brandy: They look like gross heathens above water, but beneath the water they all look sexy!!!
Julie: I wish they were just standing on the floor. Like if the water was 2 feet deep.
Brandy: This is like Olympic lez porn.
Julie: They’re like water centaurs. Or people mullets. Gross on top. Hot on the bottom
Brandy: Yes! Above water this shit just looks unorganised. It literally looks like someone’s backyard pool with losers playing pool soccer.
Julie: Yeah it really does. Who the hell is that coach? He looks like a weirdo that goes to a public pool and just yells.
Brandy: I can’t believe this is real. They just need to keep showing the puss and the butts or I’m outta here!
Julie: The narrators keep comparing them to the men. Like sorry – go get gay and leave us alone. I would take the hat off if I were sitting on the bench.
Brandy: Maybe it’s a pain to put back on. I wish you were there in the hat and a one piece wrestling around with a Hungarian in the water.
Brandy: Something inside me really takes issue with seeing a man telling women in bathing suits what to do.
Julie: NO shit! I’m so annoyed by this sack talking. And I hate men coaches with female teams across the board. Oh wait I just hate men. Bada ba baaaaaaa. Taptap
Brandy: It’s worse when they’re in bathing suits.
Julie: Ure right
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Brandy: Can you believe this is real?? Like- ladies in bathing suits wresting each other in a pool?
Julie: No. Can you believe they’re taking about pinching and pulling and shit.
Brandy: They aren’t telling any Olympic type stories to endear any of the girls. So all I can do is try and find good-looking ones, but I’m zoning out.
Julie: God this sport is boring.
Brandy: I’m doing laundry. And sadly- that’s more interesting than this game. At least USA is winning. You must be multi-tasking 900 things while you watch this shit. I’m so gassy.
Julie: What are you gassy from today? I’m applying online to Starbucks. This is happening. I mean, not even a callback from fucking Ralph’s!
Brandy: I’m gassy from eating peppers I think. This is so far the boringest Olympic event we’ve watched. I’d rather marry volleyball and have a thousand of it’s babies than ever watch this again. Fuck this. I’d change the channel but Panda is laying on the remote.
Brandy:
Brandy: I feel like runners have got the shortest life spans. I don’t know why. It’s just my instinct. Okay, it’s over. Did we win?
Julie: We won
Brandy: We won. 14-13. I guess that’s a close game, but it was more relaxing than ambien.