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I'm fine with going fast on a sled being a sport. That's cool. But, it seems like something where it's only valid if everybody involved is actively doing something on the way down, not just being ballast.

One person sledding makes sense. But, in this sport, the guy on the bottom can't possibly be anything but ballast, can he? He can't see anything, so he can't be steering or braking, right?

Same with bobsled, the guy at the front is steering. Maybe the people in the back help with something, but they can't be too actively involved because they can't see.

MAN SANDWICH

The top guy is solidly connected to the shaft. Good for cornering.

In luge, being the best is sort of just a height and weight distribution thing. I honestly think a corpse that's my same shape could win.

The sport needs her. She's a once in a generation... shape.

Alexander Skarsgard was great on SNL

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ky63j4VUjSc

I had a friend who lived with a few dudes in a house, and I go over to her place and she's getting ready and one of her roommates is sitting in the kitchen eating a chicken breast and broccoli. We get to chatting, and he tells me he's going to Olympic trials for luge, and so obviously I ask how you get into that.

He ends up telling me he ran and was successful at track, and he basically got poached, mainly because of his size and his running ability.

So yeah. That's it.

i will not apologize for saying that looks like a sex position

My best friends Brandon and Jonathan discovered they were pretty good at this while they were in the restroom at the Handy Down Bar and they're celebrating their 3 week anniversary next Friday! So, it DOES happen more often than you think.

“Please don’t pop a boner, please oh please god no!”

"Bro you wanna do butt stuff but on ice going really fast in front if everyone?"

Prolly like that

Probably like this

where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons.

Craig: “What are we doing again?”

Mark: “We need to practice our luge doubles.”

Craig: “…”

Mark: “So I’m gonna need you to lie down on top of me.”

Craig: “Mark, this is a couch.”

Mark: “It’s just practice. We don’t have to be moving.”

Craig: “Mark, you asked me over to watch football.”

Mark (turns on football game): “Now come over here.”

I'm like 97% sure that this sport started on a dare.

I think you know.

I watched a comedian say that you could force a guy onto one of those things and he could probably win an involuntary gold medal

Just two bros, nuts to butts, at breakneck speeds.

Me: "It's the hot dog luge"

Wife: "What? Why?"

Me: "Weiner rests in the split of the buns"

Wife:

:: halfway down the run ::

Top: Ok, you know, that's making it really hard to concentrate.

Bottom: Well if you would not bounce us around so much...

You start off with a bit of spooning and before you know it you are in the winter Olympics.