Keeping on with the Olympics stuff and Amanda Beard, check out this report below of Amanda Beard dissing Michael Phelps.

I like Michael Phelps.  Seems to be a humble guy.  A specimen of an athlete.  But I have told more than one person during these Olympics that, quite frankly, the dude looks like a dork.   And some say he dresses like a douchebag. He’s a winner, no doubting that.  And I admire him for his accomplishments and representing the USA.  But those Gold Medals around his neck are the proverbial porkchops that people would joke about hanging on an ugly kid to get the dog to play with him.  If Michael Phelps weren’t a Gold Medal winning Olympian, he would have trouble getting laid.

And let’s take this a step further, Amanda Beard is attractive.  Out of the water, she is attractive.  Serving me an entree at Olive Garden, she is attractive.  Ringing me up at Home Depot, she is attractive.  And let’s face it, folks, she could do a lot better than Michael Phelps.  I mean, have you really taken a good look at this guy?  Is this a face chicks are attracted to? Why would Amanda Beard go for that?

These CNN commentators are full of shit if they think for one minute that Michael Phelps is a good looking guy and throwing Amanda Beard under the bus for her Playboy and Maxim spreads.  These people lips are so vacuumed sealed on to Michael Phelps’ ass it’s ridiculous.  Perhaps they want an interview?  But, hey…  he is an Olympic legend now.  And a bright shining star of a celebrity.  Big time accomplishments.  Big deal if hot chicks don’t want to sleep with him.

-Dave Q.

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