Throughout the day, we came up with many stories. Use your imagination. In the end, we realized that he probably enjoyed his early Sunday morning nude strolls ... until us earlier risers moved into the neighborhood. (photo borrowed)
Monday, January 4, 2010
Strangest Memory of 2009
One Sunday morning, we got up earlier than most of Montreal (it doesn't take much). We were having a nice leisurely morning, making breakfast. We looked out the window, and there he was. A naked man. Strolling down the alley. We began giggling uncontrollably ... yes, we regressed. He looked up. Saw us. Took the wash cloth from his hand ... covered his parts ... and continued strolling down the alley.
Throughout the day, we came up with many stories. Use your imagination. In the end, we realized that he probably enjoyed his early Sunday morning nude strolls ... until us earlier risers moved into the neighborhood. (photo borrowed)
Throughout the day, we came up with many stories. Use your imagination. In the end, we realized that he probably enjoyed his early Sunday morning nude strolls ... until us earlier risers moved into the neighborhood. (photo borrowed)
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