This is Dara Torres, whom you’ll remember for swimming in the Beijing Olympics. And winning three silver medals. At the age of 41. And now, she’s talking about competing in the London Games in 2012. She’d be 45 by then, but it’s always good form to not inquire about a woman’s age; nothing kills a hardon like basic math, except maybe a massive forehead and veins protruding out of your hands. You know, if you’re not into that sort of thing.
When Bob Costas asked if she was ruling out 2012, Torres said, “I’ve learned to never say never. … I love competing. … I’m still improving, so why not keep going until I’ve hit my peak?”
Why not keep going until I’ve hit my peak? I tried this line in high school all the time and it never worked for me. But then, I wasn’t much of a swimmer. Those orange arm floaties aren’t really conducive to getting laid. So in that sense, they might have been the greatest birth control device ever.
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With a last name like that, she must have grown up swimming the Rio Grande.
If you add the digits in her age together then I’d hit it. Have you ever been to a neighborhood swim meet?
Yeah, neither have I…
Keep in mind that swimmers can hold their breath for a long time, guys. And you’d probably be surprised to find out how long the average hooker can hold her breath, too. They tend to give up a little quicker when it’s late in the season, and the East River is colder, but still, it’s not like I can hang around here all day, honey, I’ve got important things to do.
O VER RA TED (clap clap clapclapclap)
/of course I’d still hit it; just don’t get the adulation
Nice tits, A cup.
So in that sense, they might have been the greatest birth control device ever.
Huh. I thought it was a Fathead on your bedroom wall.