Ah, France.
When I was young(er) then I am now, I was spending a few months in France. While there, I visited a beach and did the usual small boy things (make sandcastle, swim a bit, get bored because the only other person that spoke english there was my father).

Suddenly....

Naked French dude!

First naked chap I'd really seen in my short life (I was 12 at the time, this was shortly after my hand got sliced open). After rather excitedly informing my father that "That guy's naked!" (I was an imaginative wordsmith at 12), I was informed that France and indeed quite a lot of Europe was less stuck up and ashamed of their bodies than most of the "civilized" world.

A couple of minutes digesting this, and I was naked too.

Hell, I'm naked most of the time at home these days, too...

It's just flesh, nothing to get worked up about ;)
(Scritty Bakerman., Thu 28 May 2009, 14:14, Reply)