NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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The problem might be meMy neighbors, a young couple, lowered the blinds and blanketed the windows of their house. Acting out no gothic fantasy, these squeaky-clean kids had a jam session on their porch in which they sang all the verses for "Polly Wolly Doodle".
The self-made closet stays even in the hottest summer weather. I imagine the atmosphere is stifling still and dark as a cave, but they've probably done it because they might have seen me naked as I crossed the windows in order to answer the telephone.
I'm old, fat and ugly. Sorry, kids.
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tromboner cherophobia is my kind of fun, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 14:03,
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