Originally posted by CRZ I found that I really, really liked Wang.
In fact, I found myself wanting to see MORE Wang.
It actually got to a point where it became difficult for me to NOT think about Wang, for my thoughts were filled with visions of Wang.
I even found myself DREAMING about Wang.
In the end, those damn Americans won again on Saturday, and I feared that there would be no more Wang in my life until Beijing. Sure, as a hometown favourite there'd be Wang all over my television THEN, but that's all the way down in 2008! Where will I find my Wang in the meantime?!?
"My Dinner with DEAN"
Is Rene Dupree moonlighting as a Chinese Woman's Beach Volleyball player?
Insensitive Funny Comment of the Week: "You don't buy prostitutes ... They're human beings! You rent them!" Artie Lange
Michael Phelps isn't *bad*, but he's got a long way to catch up to Ian Thorpe in a lot more than just the pool.
And on the topic of Olympic Hotties, I cry foul on the IOC. What is with this beach volleyball dress code? The women are out there in bikinis that apparently have too much elastic, judging by the number of times I heard my brother spot-call "wedgie" the last two nights. Yet the male beach volleyballers are out there in basketball uniforms?! How unfair!
I'm still waiting to see more than half an hour of track and field (and pole valuter Derek Miles) on my television during times I am awake or home. And there's always Breaux Greer for the US Javelin team. You can never go wrong with facepaint...
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Originally posted by spf2119Actually, my two female roommates and our gay guy friend were all a-twitter over the male gymnasts last night. They were thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts about what they could do with the Hamm twins. I was just praying for more women's beach volleyball at that point.
Not having read any of the Jack Ryan books in a while, you're comments on the continuity do little to make me want to jump back in. It sounds to me like by making Jack Ryan Jr. the protagonist (and a twenty-something protagonist, at that)