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.
"Any idea when the next shipment of foot-condoms comes in?"
By 1992, Olympic organizers got so worried about the frenetic sexing that they started giving athletes free condoms just to keep the AIDS at bay. By the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics, 100,000 condoms were distributed to about 6,500 athletes and officials. That's about 15 condoms per person. AND THE 100,000 CONDOMS WEREN'T ENOUGH. Halfway through the games, an emergency shipment of rubbers was brought in to fill the gap. And that's not even touching how much unprotected sex these guys were having. So what we're trying to say is that not even Las Vegas or Copulation Town, USA, can compete with the coitusathon occurring in the streets of an Olympic Village.