Exhibitionist

Did Jon's blog make anyone else want to moon him? Or decorate his apartment with thongs, or just plain go streaking in the Villa? These are just a few of the many ideas that popped into my head. It reminded me of sleep-overs where we would freeze someone's bra and underwear while they were sleeping (in the case of an adult neighbor, it was her ENTIRE underwear drawer which we later threw in the pool) or my first year of girl's camp when I wrote "I'm too sexy for a shirt" on my sister's stomach and she streaked the camp. Or of all the years of truth or dare that promoted my love of personal nudity. "Okay, get NAKED and run to the lamp post and back singing 'I'm a little teapot'." I've even given up caring whether there are construction workers on the roof next door when I lay out. Shoot, I would look. Ahhh, the joy of being naked or even just partially clothed. So Jon, watch your mailbox, you never know what might be inside.