I've been watching a lot of olympics lately. I mean a lot, like more than ever before in my life. Which isn't a hard feat to topple since I've never watched any before. That being said, the brazilian women's vollyball team scares me. Every time they scored a point against the US tonight, they hugged. And I don't mean a quick one second "yay, we're the bomb diggity bomb" hug...I mean the lengthy, uncomfortable, dear lord are you trying to stroke the sand off her ass? kinda hug. Perhaps they thought touching nipples would activate some hidden brazilain wonder twin power? Then one of them could take the form of water and make the sand into adobe bricks and lock the americans in place...? Either way, Contrat's to May and Walsh. Lord knows both teams could probably kick my sorry butt anyday in just about anything. :)