for real though?
I curled up in bed after my shower, naked as the day I was born, not expecting the fire alarm to go off at 4 am in my co-ed dorm.
I curled up in bed after my shower, naked as the day I was born, not expecting the fire alarm to go off at 4 am in my co-ed dorm.
I just wanted a cookie from the top shelf that morning in 1979, but ended up with a dislocated knee, a broken arm and a rusty nail through my penis.
Standing naked in a shower, in a foreign land, I realized I bought conditioner, not shampoo, AGAIN.
Seeing Wolverine's naked hiney with my mom was surprisingly not awkward.
So how did eating pickles and devils food cake at 3 am turn into my dad giving me the Heimlich naked?
Two weeks after I told him I was too embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone, I was naked in his bed, and I still don't know how he did it.
It took a stalker to realize that maybe I shouldn't be naked on the internet anymore.
Streaking with 1234 in the middle of the night at that Christian school just proved that religion had never been a part of my life.
My neighbor just found out that I get dressed with the blinds open.
Yesterday I walked naked into my bathroom, looked up through the skylight, and discovered that there was a construction worker on my roof.
As my "private parts" felt the simultaneous warmth of the sun and coolnes of the spring breeze, I realized what I'd known all along: the nude beach is where I was born to live.
My best friend looked out at the ocean, back at the shore and then at me, and asked "What happened to our clothes?"
Lately my clothes have felt incredibly stifling and the first thing I do when I get back from class is rip them off.