Here's a special Olympic joke from my mother:
Once there was a tomato, a tomato who had a dream. His dream was to run in an Olympic race. After training hard for months and months, he finally achieved his goal. He was going to participate in the 2012 London Summer Olympics. So he flew to London, headed to the stadium and prepared to race. The starting gun went off, and he ran his hardest. Yet somehow he got behind. Then he got farther behind, and farther. Soon, everyone else was way ahead of him. Then suddenly, as if out of nowhere, someone squashed the tomato.
"Sorry," the person said, "we just wanted you to ketchup."
Once there was a tomato, a tomato who had a dream. His dream was to run in an Olympic race. After training hard for months and months, he finally achieved his goal. He was going to participate in the 2012 London Summer Olympics. So he flew to London, headed to the stadium and prepared to race. The starting gun went off, and he ran his hardest. Yet somehow he got behind. Then he got farther behind, and farther. Soon, everyone else was way ahead of him. Then suddenly, as if out of nowhere, someone squashed the tomato.
"Sorry," the person said, "we just wanted you to ketchup."