Hey, MM, RD, OWL, I think I'd do the potty dance until my face turned blue, rather than using that! I've had quite a few of those nightmares - you know the ones where you are suddenly naked for no reason, in the middle of a crowd....
Speaking here as a former practicing nudist, SB Gypsy, there is an indescribable exhileration in standing upon the great outdoors in the all-together.
That having been said, this is deeply troubling to me on many levels, not the least of which is that, when I am in such a state that certain of my beef is curing in the open sun, I anticipate that the occasional passerby will at least stop to acknowledge my existence and state of nature. This is not to say that I am in need of a shriek or even the polite applause, but certainly a nod or a look of mild annoyance while calling the Animal Control Center is entirely appropriate and socially considerate.
With those one-way mirrors, I would be standing there, draining said loin of beef right in front of people I could see going by, and they would continue on their way completely oblivious to my existence and my clear and present reproductive Wurlitzer. (That's the famous organ company, don't ya know.)
The absence of recognition would bother me for days afterward.
The Dark Wraith has hung his opinion on the mirrored wall.
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Whoa Nellie!
Just when you think you've seen it all?
I could NEVER use that restroom. It's like a nightmare!
If I had to go, I'd have to use it. It's better than squatting there on the street:)
Hey, MM, RD, OWL,
I think I'd do the potty dance until my face turned blue, rather than using that! I've had quite a few of those nightmares - you know the ones where you are suddenly naked for no reason, in the middle of a crowd....
Ick.
Speaking here as a former practicing nudist, SB Gypsy, there is an indescribable exhileration in standing upon the great outdoors in the all-together.
That having been said, this is deeply troubling to me on many levels, not the least of which is that, when I am in such a state that certain of my beef is curing in the open sun, I anticipate that the occasional passerby will at least stop to acknowledge my existence and state of nature. This is not to say that I am in need of a shriek or even the polite applause, but certainly a nod or a look of mild annoyance while calling the Animal Control Center is entirely appropriate and socially considerate.
With those one-way mirrors, I would be standing there, draining said loin of beef right in front of people I could see going by, and they would continue on their way completely oblivious to my existence and my clear and present reproductive Wurlitzer. (That's the famous organ company, don't ya know.)
The absence of recognition would bother me for days afterward.
The Dark Wraith has hung his opinion on the mirrored wall.
Good Afternoon, Dark Wraith!
You've left me speechless with laughter!
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