Yet again, the dust settles….
Yet again, I seem to remain alive, so,
Yet again I run through my now familiar, completely non-professional, wiggle check and overall physical assessment.
Yet again, I confirm that I remain sore but alive, with one major change: the SAN-DI-FLUSH has obliterated all signs of my clothing! Nothing left. Nada. I’m as naked as the day I was born. Man, isn’t this the icing on the cake? Am I supposed to just walk up to people and casually start a conversation, buck naked? Not in my world.