And now for the full frontal nudity you've been waiting for!by Adam & Lara on 03/18/12
If you're reading this blog you're probably friends with Adam and Lara on Facebook. This post is for you. But before we get to the MANY PHOTOS OF NAKED HUMANS we'd like to have some words with those of you who aren't friends on Facebook...
- If you're not our friend but you're on Facebook, then you probably got here by Googling our names, in which case we know you're after us and we've already cancelled our credit card and moved to Australia. Furthermore, we don't think we should be obliged to pay $9.99/month because your magazine insert clearly said "10 casette tapes for the price of 1 with nothing else to buy EVER."
- If you're our friend but you're not on Facebook all we can say to you is that your judgement day will come, John Stanley.
- If you're our friend but not familiar with Facebook, then hello Grandpa Ernie and Grandma Dot! You can get to The Facebook by creating a new Microsoft Works document, typing "www.facebook.com," pressing the spacebar until the text turns blue, and then moving your pointer arrow over it and clicking the mouse button.
Anyways, our Facebook friends have recently seen some pictures containing more than just Adam's face. Namely his nasty bits, raucous regions, and/or party parts:
Those are 40 oz cans. Think about it.
A couple weeks ago, Adam participated in the Melbourne installation of the World Naked Bike Ride, called As Bare As You Dare. And if you know him well you can understand why this is right up his alley, since it's a hybrid of the two pastimes he loves the most: riding bicycles and exposing his genitals to thousands of complete strangers.
The best part was that you didn't even have to ride your bicycle the whole time.
The event was a demonstration meant to increase the public's awareness of cyclists on the roads. Come to find out, the subset of the public willing to ride a bicycle around buck-ass naked is also the same subset of the public who will happily protest just about anything. Hence we protested against cars, fossil fuels, nuclear energy, pollution, war, consumerism, negative bodily image, and de facto anybody trying to enjoy a sausage or calamari dish on Brunswick Street between 3pm and 5pm.
To answer the question I know you're thinking... it just sort of hangs out on whichever side of the seat God wants it to.
Embarrassment is not a concern when you're wearing a chick-piece.
300 people were bumpin' uglies on the streets of Melbourne, just not with each other.
Going stark naked was not the only option - some girls covered themselves with mud and some guys covered themselves with obvious overcompensation.
More Saraceno party parts here.