I came to Naked City a foreigner…and outsider: alone and fully clothed. People started by staring, but it soon deteriorated into pointing and laughing. OH THE HUMILIATION! I could not live with my freakish protuberances any longer. I had to find a way to be rid of my wools, cottons, and 100% synthetic fabrics. I had no where to turn, no one to whom I could seek guidance.
I sat under a tree to study my thoughts on the matter, and that’s when I heard the music. Horns, drums, and a raunchy saxophone filled my head with a bump and grind melody. Before I knew it, my feet were moving to the rhythm. To my surprise I found that only thin strips of Velcro held my clothing together. In a matter of 15 minutes (my routine lasted for 3 songs) I had joined the naked ranks of Naked City…
That is my story…
2006-10-30 02:57:43
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answer #1
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answered by Maddog Salamander 5
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My story is that I'm not naked.
2006-10-30 02:40:54
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answered by dollface 5
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I started life as a swimmer, now I don't swim much.
2006-10-30 03:16:48
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answer #3
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answered by Anonymous
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Mine is number 6,234,425
And was voted the third best....check it out and let me know what you think
2006-10-30 02:40:42
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answered by Ichi 7
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mine has been featured in a nightmare on elm street movie
2006-10-30 02:41:18
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answered by anklebiter 3
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I don't have a story and that is my story and I am sticking to it.
2006-10-30 02:41:16
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answered by Anonymous
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*whispers* i take showers every night...naked....
2006-10-30 02:41:21
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answered by Death Virus 6
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streaking is fun
2006-10-30 02:51:37
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answered by medic 5
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