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#5. The Olympic Village Is a Nonstop Orgy

Imagine living in a town populated by young, toned, athletic mini-gods at the peak of their physical prime. Imagine that they've all dedicated years of their lives to disciplining their hot, fatless bodies for a shot to live in this little town for a few weeks. And here they are, all 10,000 of them, minus their parents and spouses and the daily regimens that have governed their lives up to this point, in an exotic location, with lots of spare time. Let's put it this way: At the 1988 Seoul games, there was such a problem with used condoms showing up on the roof of the British men's housing that the Olympic Association had to ban outdoor sex.

Can you imagine a crisis of condom littering so profound that an official ban on publicly whipping out your Olympic-quality junk was required? Can you fathom the degrading conversation that had to occur between Olympic officials and grizzled coaches to get this ban enacted? And it was no isolated situation -- from what we can tell, every single Olympic Village since, well, ever, has been knee-deep in genital juice.

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