I won’t make fun of beach volleyball being an Olympic sport because those chicks are hot.  And because of the one image I’m going to take away from the current Olympics (which I am not really following):

I’ve long been pursuing the life of a professional bachelor.  At this point, as I enter my mid-30’s, it’s become something of a private little religion.  Being a professional bachelor means walking around in boxers, drinking at weird hours, smoking …

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