Tower of Babble

I love being naked. I sleep naked. I bathe naked, and on occasion I even find it necessary to prance around in the buff to prove a point or acknowledge a sporting defeat. It may come as a surprise to some, then, to learn that I've never run in the Naked Quad Run, that exhibitionist's wet dream and annual tension release that seems a rite of passage for most good Tuftonians, especially those who tend to spend their weekends as inebriated as I do.