Paul Hunt Gymnist Humor

In 1988- Paul Hunt did this video comedy- even though its filled with humor, he skill far exceeds what I could ever try. Its been fun watching the Olympics on TV and wish they had reruns for all the one I missed.  Its fun when someone talented like Paul Hunt can use his talent to make us laugh.

The President of Mexico has announced that Mexico will not participate in the upcoming London Olympic Games. He told us, 'Pretty much everyone who can run, jump, or swim has already left the country.'

Apparently the maid I hired to clean my house while I was watching the London Olympics was only second best. She just walked off with the silver.

Q: How is playing the bagpipes like throwing a javelin blindfolded?

A: You don’t have to be very good to get people’s attention.

I could have been a great hockey player except for one thing: I kept falling down.

The Cuban boxer is taking a beating when the bell rings. As he staggers to his corner, his coach whispers, “Let him hit you with the left. Your face is crooked.”

There was a heat for the 200m Olympic women's breaststroke, and the eight women who entered the race were named Emily (Aus), Maggie (Nz), Liz (Aus), Jean (USA), Alice (Can), Wanda (Ger), Tina (Rom) and Rose (England). After approximately 2 minutes and 10 seconds, Emily won the race, 5 seconds later, Maggie was declared the second place finisher. Nearly 40 minutes later, Rose finally completed the race. When the reporters asked why it took her so long to complete the race, she replied, 'I don't want to sound like I'm a sore loser, but I think those two other girls were using their arms.'

 
The French, German, and Hungarian fencers are arguing over who is the best in their sport. The Frenchman pulls out his foil: “I will show you all!” He targets a fly buzzing around, and with one swipe of his blade, the fly falls to the ground, cut neatly in half. The German smiles. He locates another fly, and with two swipes, it falls to the ground, its wings neatly removed. Now it’s the Hungarian’s turn. Lifting his foil, he takes three swipes at a fly, which flutters off, undisturbed. The others laugh, but the Hungarian holds up his hands. “That fly,” he says, “will never procreate again.”