Something I really enjoyed doing while my parents were in Quebec on vacation this past week. Oh sure, I do it all the time in my room up at college, but a 8x12 prison cell doesn't really qualify as a house. There's just something about letting Mr. Happy air out for a while that's relaxing, yet delightfully sophisticated...and as long as my parents didn't set up any hidden cameras to watch over me, mostly harmless...

Except for the briefs, I am always naked while at home. I live by myself, so I see no reason to be dressed.

I also answer the door in my briefs. The Jehovah's Witnesses just look at me and say, "I guess this is not a good time." Then they never come back.

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