Monday, 8 October 2012

The Society Of Anonymous Serial Streakers


As a conscious, self aware individual, I find that I am in constant danger of being brainwashed.  Simply walking down the high street can cause numerous assailants to approach me and try and adopt me into their little cults.  No I don’t want a leaflet on the Socialist Workers Party.  No, I don’t want to join your wildly specific denominational church.  No, I certainly don’t want to sponsor a dog for £2 a month.  That puppy is probably a puppet for the Illuminati, and I’m not having anything to do with it.

However, as I was strutting through town whilst wearing the shiniest of my tinfoil hats (an accessory which tends to deflect even the most adamant salesman), I found myself confronted by a man in a rather long overcoat.  He was wearing a pair of sandals, but seemed to lack socks and trousers.  As I studied him quizzically, he opened his overcoat and exposed his gentleman’s bits to me.  He had a tattoo on his chest that said “Wouldn’t you like to live free like me?” 

This message resonated with me.  Yes, I would like to live freely and nudely.  Some of my favourite things happen to me whilst I’m nude.  Being nude all the time would greatly increase the chances of those things happening more often.

The streaker informed me that was part of a club called “the Society of Anonymous Serial Streakers” or “SASS” for short.  After filling in an application form (which I found odd considering it was an anonymous society), I was enrolled for a 7 day nudity initiation course.  I was told to pack a bag and report to a specific address, a remote location in the woods.  I decided to keep a journal of my time there to track my progress:

Picture of a notorious flasher.


Day 1:  On arrival, we were forced to empty our bags and place all our clothing on a big bonfire.  We were allowed to keep our footwear, which was a relief until I realised that my Transformer wheelies were not really suitable for country gravel tracks.  I’m still picking the pebbles out of my penis. 

Aside from that, the day has involved sitting around singing campfire songs.  I’ve made a friend called Chad who is also new to all this nudity business.  Hopefully his support will help me through the week.

Day 2:  For some unknown reason, the whole morning was spent doing trampoline practice.  The afternoon was then spent on a bouncy castle.  I’m beginning to think that the nudist lifestyle mostly involves activities that make you jiggle a lot.  I’m not sure what I’m learning here, but it will probably become apparent by the end of the week, like having an epiphany at the end of a spiritual journey.

Day 3:  While talking to Chad about which girls we liked, Chad revealed that he had a massive crush on a girl called Sandra in the women’s dorm.  He then revealed that infatuation in a physical manner in front of the whole camp while watching her take pogo stick practice.  Our trainer says that if Chad gets physically aroused again, he will be expelled.  “Never raise yourself in the presence of a lady” is rule number 1 here.

Day 4:  We’ve been taught some naked theory today.  Apparently, a successful nudist never sits on white furniture.  Our enemies are sock manufacturers, and many of our kind have exploded themselves outside the gates of Cotton Traders.  Death to the clothed ones!  Death to the flesh deniers!

Day 5:  After abseiling and limbo classes, Chad expressed to me some doubts he was having about the Society.  He thinks we’re being radicalised for some sort of jihad against people who wear clothes.  This is of course nonsense.  Chad is just struggling to accept a lifestyle in which he is truly a free man, in every sense of the word.  If he wants the government to put him back in a box where they’d stop him doing naked lunges at PTA meetings, then that’s his choice.

The evening saw us gents engage in a rousing game of Johnson Jousting.  After defeating my opponent, I leaped onto the top bunk and shouted “My dick’s like Pride Rock, cuz it’s always in the Circle Of Life!” and everyone thought I was great.

Day 6:  Chad has been expelled today during another incident where he had to queue behind Sandra on the diving board.  He was forced to wear the pull-tie bag of shame around his privates, and had to walk home as we threw stones at him for a few miles.  What a lightweight!  I knew he wasn’t cut out for this lifestyle!  When I get out of here I’ll dangle myself through his letterbox, just to show him what he’s missing!

Day 7:  Ah, home time.  After some awkwardly exchanged hugs (you can’t make too much skin contact) we all piled on the coach back to town.  Roughly 40 seconds after stepping off the coach, we were all rounded up by the police and arrested.  I knew those fascists would get to us eventually, and that’s why I hid an IED in my crevice.  Goodbye cruel world!  Remember me as I am, naked and proud!  Nude not prude!

22 comments:

  1. That is one crazy naked man. Well, two I guess counting the first flasher. Apparently it really is a rule in nudist colonies that you're not supposed to get boners.

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    1. I know. I wonder if the same rule applies to nipple erections...

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  2. Addman, or rather Nudeman, we barely knew thee. Rest in pieces. Funny stuff.

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    1. Barely? Bare? Is that a pun? Am I looking too hard? Who's the president? ARGH!

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  3. “Never raise yourself in the presence of a lady.” This is seriously the most elegant way I have EVER heard someone describe "don't get a boner around all the chicks, dude." Also, Johnson Jousting is all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Or falls backwards onto their opponent.

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    1. It'd be even worse if you fell forwards, but upside down onto your opponent. Not quite sure how that would even come to pass, but just imagine!

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  4. I can only imagine how sticky a nudist hug would be. Bat wings on bat wings.
    The part about this post I find oddest is that you would have a conversation with a nudist and he would suddenly, bits out, start talking to you.

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    1. Nudists are actually social creatures, hence all the public games and pogo stick tournaments.

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  5. My friends and I used to play a version of Johnston Jousting, except we called it The Clash of The Titans *Wayoooh*.

    Anyway, hilarious post, Addman! There are certianly many memorable quotes I'm going to take away from this post.

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    1. I would love it if the Hollywood version of Clash Of The Titans was just a video of you and your friends fighting with your pork swords. I'd love it in a humorous way, you understand, not a gay way...

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  6. Fun post. But why do you have to pack a bag for a seven day nudist course? I mean, what's in the bag? Not clean underwear.

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    1. Well it was mainly filled with travel sized board games. Travel Scrabble, travel Chess, travel Boggle, travel Hungry Hungry Hippos, travel travel Scrabble, and travel Quiddich.

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  7. "Nude not prude" - what a great slogan. It's to bad they don't have any t-shirts they can wear to put it on. Maybe they paint it on their bare chests?

    Another great tale (tail) Addman.

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    1. Tattoos are the naturist's clothes. My deformed Katy Perry tattoo is like the cutting edge of band t-shirts in nudist circles.

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  8. I have always wondered if there was a boner rule.

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    1. There is ALWAYS a boner rule, I've found. It seems that you're not allow to get them in any public place.

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    2. I almost went to a nude beach once to see what the big deal was. I had the boner question, but never got up the nerve to actually go in. I expect that you would get used to the nudity after a short period of time, but at first wouldn't there be some reaction.

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    3. I've been to a beach where people are allowed to be nude (not necessarily a nude beach though), and the vast majority of people who decided to go around nude were old and/or fat. It kind of kills the mood, if you know what I'm saying.

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  9. If you can't beat 'em join 'em I say. Because you can't spell nudism without U and I so ... erm... yea.

    I would go nude. No problems . . . it's just that...um...well.. it's a bit cold... and um.... y'know...[bbrrringbbrrrrring] Oh its that my phone... excuse me ...

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    1. We all know how much you want to be naked around me, Bumferry. Don't worry, embrace it!

      Gay tennis score, 15-Love. Your serve, Bumferry.

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  10. It's strange that you'd write a post on a topic of such a controversial and sensitive nature. The debate as to whether public flashing and nudity is perversion or a God given right has raged for years. Take for instance the horrific tear gas and fire hosing of 69 nude demonstrators in 1969, in what has come to be known as "The Freedom 69 for the right To 69 in 69'". It's a long title, but, given the way they were demonstrating, oddly fitting. There are many more examples of course (The "You Can Make Us Wear Undies, but, You'll Never Take Our Nudity" rallies in the 80's or the brief trend of men touching each others testicles...with their own testicles in the 90's. I believe it was called "ball slapping high five".)

    I applaud you for your courage to elaborate on such a searing topic.

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    1. Hmm I'm sensing some sort of pattern in here...perhaps a recurring number...in the 60 range...nope, I'm stumped.

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