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Wednesday, August 27, 2008


What goes one at the olympics after the events. Not surprising, a whole lot of fucking:
It was not just the guys. The women, too, seemed in thrall to their hormones, throwing around daring glances and dynamite smiles like confetti. No meal or coffee break was complete without a breathless conversation with a lithe long jumper from Cuba or an Amazonian badminton player from Sweden, the mutual longing so evident it was almost comical. It was an effort of will to keep everything in check until competition had finished. But, once we were eliminated from our respective competitions, we lunged at each other like suicidal fencers.
Now there's an event I think we'd all like to see: the Synchronized Couples Sex Lungers.

I'm sure the Germans would dominate that event.



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