Some of you have heard it before, others haven't. It's an old story, not mine, but altered by my hand and those of many others. It shall inspire, I warn you, and it shall bring about great realizations, as it has for me. If you do not understand something, please, feel free to ask.
*AHEM*
Two old men were sitting on a park bench, Mario and Francesco. It was a lovely Sunday morning, the sun shone bright and the scents and feelings of spring were in the air. Francesco, inquiring, said to Mario:
"Hey, what ever happened to that streaking craze?"
"What?!" Exclaimed Mario.
"You know, when people would strip down naked and run naked right out in the open."
"Hey," Started Mario "I kind'a like that."
And so, right there, at 90 years old, Mario stripped to his birthday suit and began running through the park.
On the other side of the park sat two women, Maria and Claudia. As Maria was knitting and Claudia fed the birds Mario ran past, stark naked.
"Oh my God!" Cried Claudia to her friend "Did you see what he was wearing!?"
Maria shrugged "No, but what ever it was, it sure needed ironing."
Poll