Meet Your New Olympic Mascots

What happens when the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers get all sorts of pedophilic and bump uglies with the Power Puff Girls?

Bam!!!














Olympic pride, baby!!! That's what happens.

I'm not quite sure what happens to the brains of the Olympic committee members of cities who get selected to host the games, but upon being chosen, it appears their grey matter turns to a bowl of half-set Jell-O. They unfailingly opt for mascots that not only make most adults squirm in discomfort, but possess the uncanny ability to embarrass the living hell out of the country as well.

Never was this more apparent then when Atlanta got the honors....