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I was a member of a nudist colony as a kid, spent a couple summers wandering around the Rockies in full view of a bunch of wrinkled old people. They weren't all they were cracked up to be.
(Place is apparently still there according to a recent google search. Probably still got the same old people wandering around in there.)
I know there are lots of nudist places in Florida, but I don't know how they could stand to go around naked with all the mosquitoes, gnats, horse flies, yellow flies, and every other biting creepy crawler. Do they spray their dongs with Off?
I was an altar boy when I was about 17 / 18 for a while.
Inconceivably, I used to think about getting my cock out and waving it in front of people. I never actually followed through but I think the cassocks had a certain effect.
I was sacked (well whatever the polite church version of being sacked is) as I turned up drunk once.
Generally. I'm a good person but it was obvious the church was not for me.
Being "sacked" by the church could also imply being talked into teabagging a priest.
17/18 seems a little late in life to become an altar boy -- where I'm from there usually start around age 10-12 when they're still young and vealy for the priests.
I started in the Choir. Got bored but had to keep going to church no matter what. I chose service at the Altar. This meant you didn't "appear" until later in the service so could do a bit of reading (I remember reading Karl Marx at one point in the church which neatly brings me back on topic.
At least being an Altar boy there was a long period where you could hide in a stone seat with big sides. You could drift off quite a bit but were not allowed to read Karl Marx here. It also left marks on your bum (in another neat link back there!)