Olympic Athlete Finds Unique Way To Pay For His Attempt To Go To London July 12, 2009
Posted by Eddie The Bear in Economics, Family, Handblogging, Heroes, Law, Man Laws, News, Sex, Sports.Tags: olympics, brothels
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New Zealand Taekwando competitor Logan Campbell wants to go to the 2012 London Olympics. Really wants to go. Only problem? Paying for the training and competition, which for sports that are not top tier in recognition, can and is expensive when sponsorship funds are scarce.
So, how is Mr. Campbell trying to pay for his Olympic venture? By opening a brothel, of course.
Campbell, who finished in the top 16 in the featherweight division at last year’s Beijing Olympics, said he spent around $150,000 competing in international events leading up to the games.
Most of the money had been provided by his parents, he said. His father, Max, an auctioneer, had worked two jobs to support his son’s Olympic quest.
Campbell told the newspaper his desire to avoid being a burden on his parents led him to open the brothel with business partner Hugo Phillips, 20. He said he had introduced several of his female employees to his mother who “realized they were just normal people supporting kids and stuff.”
Gee, I wonder if this guy will get the “employee discount” if he needs it.
Gee, I wonder if this guy will get the “employee discount” if he needs it.
Dippin’ your pen in the company ink is never smart.
It’s legal in New Zealand.
So? Marrying sheep is legal in New Zealand.
Pickpocketing is legal in New Zealand (though heavily regulated).
New Zealanders’ favorite national pastime is kindergarten knife-fighting.
Don’t get me started about fucking New Zealand, man, you’ll make a maniac outta me.
Whole place should be utterly sterilized with flame.
New Zealand is so uncivilized and backwards that married females have no power or property. The man can divorce her simply by returning her to the herd.
New Zealanders are born with exceptionally sensitive nipples, both men and women allow their nipple hairs to grow to extraordinary lengths, and use them to sense the environment around them, similar to the antennae on insects.
New Zealanders are short and have extra large and hairy feet and live in funny little houses.
Oh, and the official religion of New Zealanders is South Pacific Mormanism.
IB has had 264 visitors from New Zealand since May 10th.
STAY AWAY YOU FREAKS! WE DON’T NEED YOUR FLAG ANY MORE!!!
New Zealanders have a musk gland located behind their belly buttons. When frightened or threatened they can spew a sticky, smelly liquid up to 30 feet. This is also explains their proclivity to wear half-shirts.
New Zealanders carry a genetic trait handed down from their ancestors; white, rather rough, wool-like hair.
I am going to spam you with puppy links Michael
First is freak dog kiss!
Some freaky dog who’s eyes were going to explode attacked!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3714591505/in/photostream/
More Freak Dog
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3715390378/
Zeke at the dog park
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3715364816/sizes/l/
Emma at the dog park
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3714583221/
I like this one
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3708837594/
And Zeke trying to bury Bear
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vmaximus/3715522858/
Good stuff, Vmax.
Yup. Those pussies in New Zealand don’t have dogs like that. Their dogs look like this.
In all fairness, I must say that New Zealand is perhaps the most beautiful place I have ever been, and I’ve been there twice. Plus, the people there are unfailingly civil and friendly, in my experience.
When I say “in my experience,” I mean that I have visited Sweden, Norway, Denmark, England, Scotland, Poland, Switzerland, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Canada, Mexico, Jamaica, Bahamas, Israel, Morocco, Belize, Guatemala, Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Aruba, Hawaii, China, Korea, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Australia (including Tasmania), and New Zealand.
Not one of those visits was a cruise ship port of call. I stayed there. About half were business trips — the rest were me and Cathy on vacation, normally driving around and doing B&Bs.
So I think I have an informed opinion about this. New Zealand is a hot destination.
*makes note to invite Michael to “Where I’ve Been” application on Facebook*
*realizes that she needs to add Connecticut to her own Where I’ve Been map*
My wife can vouch for how nice NZ is as well.
*points at Michael*
SYMPATHIZER!!
the people there are unfailingly civil and friendly, in my experience.
Experience, shmexperience. Let ignorance be your sunbrella, my motto.
Next you’ll be telling me they don’t reproduce by laying hundreds of eggs in mounds of damp sand near the ocean.
Next you’ll be telling me they don’t reproduce by laying hundreds of eggs in mounds of damp sand near the ocean.
No, they really do that. I’ve seen it. It’s disgusting.
All I know is the craziest son of a bitch I ever had to work with for 2 and a half miserable years (short version, my company invested in his stupid ass company and it was my job to babysit the crazy fucker) was a goddamned lawyer from New Zealand.
That experience alone is enough for me to declare was on North and South Island. Nuke the sonsabitches.
I like that.
I declare WAS!
You are in the past, mufaku.
Very nice Dave.
Hah. I unexisted em!!
NEW ZEALAND NEVER HAPPENED.
Muaahaha!!!
Show no mercy!
Unleash the dogs of was on New Zealand!!!
It’s good that was is so terrible, lest we become too fond of it.
WAS! What is it good for?
Absolutely nothin’.
We make was that we may live in peace.
In time of peace, prepare for was.
“Why can’t we be friends?”
- Was
[clinking coke bottles together] Wasiors, come out to playay!
DOES anybody remember the Hunderd Years WAS and it wasn’t really 100?
Unleash the dogs of was on New Zealand!!!
Dirty capitalist was-monger.
Not one of those visits was a cruise ship port of call.
Nice, very nice.
Too bad some of that New Zealand civility and friendliness didn’t rub off on you, Michael.
I declare was on Michael.
“The Winds of Was” and “Was and Remembrance” wer written by Herman Wouk if you like him you’re a WOUKIE
I declare was on Michael.
I surrender.
(I learned how to fight a was in France.)
At this point, anyone who had a heart would just walk on by and put this dead joke out of its misery.
- Dionne Waswick
What if they declared a was and no one came?
An 80’s pop band conflict?
A Was (Not Was) was.
walk on by
- Dionne Waswick
*facepalm*
GROANNNN
You kinda have to get the joke to kill the joke.
All wasfare is based on deception. Deception and geometry, but mostly deception. I am deceiving you even now. Keep your allies close and your beer cooler closer.
For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven . . . A time to love, and a time to make casseroles, A time for was, and a time for peace.