I think there is a time and a place for nudity. Mostly that would be anytime and anyplace. However there is a certain level of decorum that should be persued whilst in the throws of a derobed state.
What is it that makes men take off there clothes and exercise in public places?
This morning there was a man in his mid twenties wearing nothing but a pair of nut-huggers performing for all to see. He had obviously spent far too long in the gym and/or embibing various steroid based nutritional supplements and was very keen for the world to examine his work, understandable in a way if he were parading his wares in front of a bar full of hot babes gagging for a bit of big muscular action – but in a car park – in front of some hungover middleage surfers? He was doing all sorts of bendy stretchy postulating type stuff and then spent ten minutes trying to push a lampost over.
We saw his form and it was not nice.
Then as he waddled off to top up his tan starfished on the beach a car full of Spanish bodyboarders pulled up, spilling out onto the tarmac. The first whipped out his tackle there and then and started pissing into the middle of the road and the rest all commenced to climb out of their clothes and into wetsuits with no towel usage in the intermediate stages. Hairy arses and Iberian genitals all over the place.
Too much information.
Women don’t seem to have the same desire to derobe so blatantly. Shame really…
No surf yet – waiting for the tide…