Paul Hamm will forever be known as "The Guy That Fell On His Ass And Still Won An Olympic Gold Medal." 
I look around at my friends, both old and new, real-life and intarweb, and I wonder how I got so old so fast. Maybe it's just the looming approach of the beginning of my life getting back on track...but I can't help but feel like I've got all the obligations of being a responsible adult with none of the privileges. Also, being surrounded by the best and the brightest reminds me how irrevocably average I really am.
Stripping has never looked so good, except for the fact that my body has never looked so bad. The latter sentiment I can fix, the former must simply be dealt with.
Don't look so frightened. This is just a passing phase, one of my bad days.
I look around at my friends, both old and new, real-life and intarweb, and I wonder how I got so old so fast. Maybe it's just the looming approach of the beginning of my life getting back on track...but I can't help but feel like I've got all the obligations of being a responsible adult with none of the privileges. Also, being surrounded by the best and the brightest reminds me how irrevocably average I really am.
Stripping has never looked so good, except for the fact that my body has never looked so bad. The latter sentiment I can fix, the former must simply be dealt with.
Don't look so frightened. This is just a passing phase, one of my bad days.
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Marla, you faker! you big tourist!
slide.
Come over to my house: I've bot a dirty mattress and industrial yellow rubber gloves. And your body rocks the body rock!
Paul should give the medal to the other guy.