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I've been watching non-stop Olympics coverage. It doesn't matter what the event is, I'll watch it. Even if I have no idea what's happening (Equestrian Dressage, I'm looking at you). The end result of this is that my brain has been in a permanently smutty place. There was a guy who was playing on the Venezuela Volleyball Team who was so hot, he was making me sexist (gratuitous Flight of the Conchords reference). The pretty, pretty boys on the US men's gymnastic team makes me want to make a series of hot pornographic movies called "The Men on the US Gymnastic Team."
I know I'm shallow. I know that the summer Olympics should, theoretically, be about more than hot, hot bodies. But there are so many hot bodies! And they compete with very little clothes on!
I know I'm shallow. I know that the summer Olympics should, theoretically, be about more than hot, hot bodies. But there are so many hot bodies! And they compete with very little clothes on!