One of my schoolmates from decades ago, during those decadent years of youthful gone-by-ness and foolery, this guy named Neil used to say Don’t get your knickers caught in an uproar! and yet nobody was actually wearing any knickers.
From this you may conclude we were all nudists, back in the day. That is not entirely wrong, but it is wrong anyhow. Some of us were and some of us weren’t and I still can keep my shirt on. If I take off my shirt and remove it, thus doffing it, not only does it show off my manliness (in and about the chest area) in all of its lackingness (compared to what? the “old” me is *not any better* than everyone else now just like it was before, since it is totally non-present and missing, now) but it also risks me forgetting where I’ve gone and put that shirt aside and then leaving it behind when I leave without it on me, like some kind of nudist.
I am only a nudist part of the time. Usually, in private. Never in public, since if I did that (private things right in front of everyone) then I would have nothing private left, except my innards.
I did not really want to spill my actual guts here, did I? Man, what an ugly mess I would make, but for me that would be thematically consistent and this I may always love, without knowing why, staying on topic and on top of the topic, and covering many things all at once, is not easy! Some people make it look so easy, don’t they?
Panty-cakes, panty-cakes, bay, curse man,
Bay, cuss “CAKES” as fast as you can!!!
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