Sometimes I wonder about the world we live in. Especially when I start reading about the perils of Nude firewalking.
What an interesting country we live in.
- “Hey Bob, pass me the ketchup bottle, will ya?”
- “That ain’t no ketchup bottle…”
lets hope they dont have an accident with the chili dicer…
I’m a little more disturbed by the concept of nude sky-diving. Doesn’t a parachute count as clothing? You wear it, afterall.
Posers.
I am reminded of the time when bunjee-jumping was a new craze. Invariably there was someone who had to do it nude.
I could never fathom the motivation for this. Surely the sheer blinding terror of freefall, then the sudden gut (and spine) wrenching rebound was enough of a rush on its own. How could being naked add any additional adrenaline at all?
I’d heard that one on the radio this am. well, some folks have a bit too much time on their , um, hands…
I’d actually seen a couple links (don’t have ‘em anymore, sorry) for the nude sky diving. in one, the male’s penis was a flappin’ in the wind. couldn’t have felt good. or, maybe it did???
Anyhow, in the other, the woman’s breast was concave from the wind sheer. Now, THAT, I KNOW couldn’t have felt good.
I take it that these people just burned their feet. They didn’t fall naked onto the hot coals, right?
Why the hell would you want to do that anyways! Dumb asses!