YES
1. Not strictly 'naked' in public but as a teenager I was trotting off to the teenage hangout place in our park-some benches where we'd sit spitting, drinking red stripe and listening to shit rave music on an Alba ghetto blaster-when I looked down to see that my T A I L was hanging out of my jeans

2. my mate and I frequently have the quite disturbing habit of both recreating the 'goodbye horses' dance that the killer does in Silence of the Lambs...last time was at xmas house party we'd been invited to

3. At Glastonbury '95. With the 1st girl I ever fell in love with. The Sunday was spent shagging in and running naked around some woods

if theres any sort of heaven when I die it'll be that day...
( bigmeuprudeboy is using powerpoint or paint...have MERCY, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 9:39, 3 replies)

I do like that last sentiment.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 9:43, closed)

alright, hippy

(alright alright, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 10:15, closed)

I've obviously been here too long: "trotting off" sounds filthy to me

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 12 Aug 2013, 12:04, closed)