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My darling corn-fed American hotties, I am so sorry my eyes ever wandered to the Australian men’s swim team.  You see, that was before I realized what was really important.  It’s not what’s on the outside, it’s what’s on the inside that counts.
I call dibs on the one second from the left.  That is not just a shadow.
Thank you American men’s crew team, for reminding me what lusting after athletes is really all about.  You may have only the bronze for your performance on the water, but you get the gold in my book.  What’s this, flowers for me?  Oh you shouldn’t have…
But I digress… So.  Poker.  I understand we have some regulars out of town today, so please RSVP so we know where we stand on quorum and timing.  I’m thinking 8pm at [———], but I’m open to suggestions from the crowd…
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Pokelympics

U S A!  U S A!  U S… Gidday…  Well, well, I love my country and all, and lordy knows our doucheboys can swim, but have you SEEN the Australian men’s olympic swim team?  Here is a picture:
You’re welcome.
Now there was something I was supposed to tell you about tonight, but I just can’t seem to remember what it is.  Poker, and RSVP and… hrmmm…
Oh yes!  Now I remember what it was I was emailing you all about–