Lets get one thing straight. We’re not against basic nudity in the rocker room. If you gotta air dry you gotta air dry. There’s nothing we haven’t seen, four words for ya: Khao, San, ping and pong. But what really chaps our thighs is the guy who treats the gym locker room like his own personal super nude Roman bathhouse with an extra side of naked.
There you are trying to mind your own business, when out of nowhere Excessively Nude Locker Room Dominator seizes control of the area with a display of naked that puts even Rocco Siffredi to shame. Even if you manage to avert your eyes during the naked strutting, stretching and Sudoku, the minute you let your guard down this walking skin sag saddles up with a junk full of Gold Bond and a hankering to talk foreign affairs. Nasty.
If your own health club happens to be haunted by a birthday suit abuser, do everyone a favor and show this corn hole it’s better to cover up with a couple of towels, than a hundred bruises.
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