Short answer: Yup.
Longer answer: Yup. But I'd prolly strip down if a guy asked me to too. I have a couple of good scars that pretty good stories behind them, a bunch of scars with not so good stories behind them, and really, I could just give two shits. I hate pants as it is already. Plus, what're they going to do? Laugh? Big deal. I've made a bigger ass out of myself for less reason. Plus, I look at this way: She laughs at my boney ass. She later goes and tells her friends about this guy who got naked just because she said so, and her shallow friends at the poor loser. And then her one friend who has morals would yell at her for being a shallow bitch. And then shallow bitches would get all bitchy at that chick. Who would then go to a bar to get the feeling of "my friends are all skank hoes" out of her head by drowning it in booze. I would then meet this chick at said bar. We'd hit it off, and have wild, taudry, kinky monkey sex. And then post those pictures she has of that one time her bitchy friend got drunk at a frat party and passed out in a pool of her own vomit on the internet. And then we'd laugh and laugh, and live happily ever after.
And then I would sell an elongated version of that same story to Miramax, and they would produce as some teen movie in a desperate bid to try and become more accepted in the mainstream and not such a running joke. And then I would swim around in a swimming pool filled with gold coins I bought with my mad Miramax monies. And the bitchy chick from before would get the clap. And crabs. Not the good kind.
...It's quite possible I have too much time on my hands.
It's not my fault that my feet turn into two giant ice blocks in the wintertime. It's a serious affliction, I literally can't sleep in the winter without socks because they're so cold.
