A guy or girl can't have any fun, anymore. In the Aussie state of Victoria it is now against the law to streak or moon people. What a gyp.
I have to admit I did streak once. At Coe College in Cedar Rapids in the spring of 1968 the entire male population of fraternity guys and some who weren't stopped in at the East Side Maid-Rite around 4pm. At the sound of a bell we all began to fortify ourselves with God's greatest creation called beer. We didn't start this event. It was a tradition and our duty to carry it onward---and downward.
When we were all thoroughly sloshed we stumbled and crawled back to our dorm rooms, stripped down to our shoes with a belt around our waists then stormed the common located on the centre of campus. The sorority dorm was directly across from us and it was great fun for them, too. They were all hanging of their dorm windows screaming and cheering us on. The only ones who didn't partake were fellas with steady girlfriends. They would have thought their beaus were making fools of themselves.
What I am most thankful about those days is the iphone had not been invented. I can see and hear it now. "Hey Grandpa, I have film of you when you were in college".
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