One day a girl was walking to school. On

like the dance the bean was doing. She would have prefered the been to do a

-nother set of shorts, but Rowan Atkinson was in remorse. Did he have other plans on his mind? Did he just need a break, to take off some time? Elocution schooled a revolution

of epic proportions. This particular revolution, class, was so manifestly contagious that before Parliament could counter, do you know what happened?" I raised my hand. "That's

my pants you're wearing teacher!" The history teacher's face turned red. Clearly they were my pants. I'd been wearing them earlier this morning. Besides they were too tight

on her and the stain that I got on them was more than enough evidence to clearly justify shouting uncontrollably "you pant stealing loser!" My friends were joining the

cacophony of screams. Why did everyone always start screaming when they lost their pants? Couldn't they just understand that nudists really had found the right way to live..

So there we all were...we had lost our shirts and now also our pants. Dispensing with all other vestments, we all were now not only naked and screaming, we were also cold.

Our nudist holiday on the falkland islands was not going as planned. A penguin decided to climb up an iceberg only to find a leopard seal sunning itself. We decided to join them

and try to relax. However, there was a camera crew near by and it looked like we were trying to rape the animals. In the end, our holiday photos turned out rather odd.