Well it is once again Thursday, and as a special bonus, I’m giving you two TMI stories today. Although quite possibly not TMI, they are definitely…strange. So, buckle up, get ready because, Here.We. GO!

***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

Today’s TMI story spawns from when I lived back in Monterey, CA. I had a few buddies with whom I regularly hung out. Friday and Saturday nights were most often spent out at Fort Ord, drinking/partying. This is a tale of one such party, but before I go too much into detail, I must tell you of Naked Hour(this is the 1st part of the TMI).

Yes, you read that correctly, apparently my friends were closet nudists. So every time there were more than 5 people together, and alcohol was involved, at some point in the evening there would be Naked Hour. I hope I don’t have to explain what that is…Eventually at some point in the night, someone would become soo drunk as to think that it was time for Naked Hour; however, in order for it to be official, it must be seconded. As the evening progressed, we had about 8 or 9 people at the house.

Someone (I’m totally not naming anyone, for fear of possible reprisals) recommended Naked Hour (and for those of you who believe that only one gender got naked during the hour, you are incorrect in your assumptions). And it was seconded, so off came all the clothes.

I had, up to this point, not participated in Naked Hour, since I was uncomfortable with myself, but I thought, what the hell. So I stripped down to my epidermis, and continued drinking my beer while sitting on the couch.