You've seen him take on a bear and win- sort
of. You've seen him tackle the mean streets of
Los Angeles to get a personal view of homelessness. Now you're seeing, well, all of him, as he
takes on his latest challenge and your favorite staff writer goes full-nudist for a whole
week! And uh, spoiler alert: he's entirely too comfortable
with this challenge, so stay tuned and find out what it's like to live your life free
as a bird, as the lab rat nearest and dearest to your heart goes full commando for a week
straight! Day 1: Naked for a week. That's it, just plain old naked. No man-thong, no women's underwear, no...
well, I don't know but I'm afraid to even list something or Infographics is going to
hop all over it and make me try it. Just naked. I think they've severely underestimated my
comfort with being naked. It's kind of weird really, because I have
no problem going to a big gym locker room and dropping trou, then hopping into the shower. But I remember the man-thong challenge, oh
man, now that was uncomfortable. It's weird right? Being ok with being naked but not wearing
a man-thong. Like I said in that challenge: I just feel
like wearing a thong as a man is very much making a statement that I'm not sure I can
live up to. Only the models who wear the things on catalogs
or male strippers wear man-thongs. You slap one of those in between your cheeks
and drop your trousers in front of a bunch of people- you're making one very bold statement
about yourself. So, alright, the rules are simple: be naked. But also an addendum: don't break the law. Well now isn't that a fine catch-22, because
technically the only place you're allowed to be naked is your own home. And I'm not entirely sure what the law says
about being naked in your home, but being visible from the outside. Let me explain. Once, I was coming out of the shower at our
old place, and since the shower connected right to the bedroom I didn't bother taking
clothes into the bathroom with me to change into, or even wrapping a towel around myself. My home, my castle. What I didn't know, was that the girlfriend
was taking that exact moment to go ahead and wash the windows, and since we lived on a
ground-floor apartment and you had to pass our bedroom windows to get to the main front
door to the whole complex, that meant that three small children- estimated ages between
5 and 7- had a fully uncensored and un-impeded view of, well, all of me. The girlfriend immediately shrieked and literally-
I'm not making this up- tackled me to the ground. I guess those kids never told anyone, because
no angry parents ever came knocking on our door. I remember wondering if you could actually
be forced to register as a sex offender for just being nude in your own home. I guess that's kind of a pertinent question
now. So I honestly don't see a problem with this
challenge, though the girlfriend seems a bit annoyed. I asked her if she was just not that attracted
to me anymore, to which she replied, “No I think you're really hot but it doesn't mean
I want to see that... thing, waving around all over the place everytime I look up.” Then she asked me how I would feel if she
walked around naked for a week, to which I told her that we would probably be making
a baby announcement by day 2. She sighed very deeply, rolled her eyes, and
just whispered under her breath, “...men.” Alright, I'm just diving straight into this
thing. All clothing has been gone already for like
five minutes and you know what? Feels great, man. Free as the day I was born. This is going to be a great week. Day 3: This has been a great week so far. Well, at least for me. The girlfriend's running most of our errands,
because we just moved into a cute little apartment complex very near the beach and she really
doesn't want me getting us kicked out. Plus, she's home more often now that she's
focusing more on her print modeling rather than acting, so she doesn't have to travel
out of town as much. But you know what, she's not home all the
time, and sometimes, the dog has to be let out. Or the mail has to be picked up. And I refuse to be caged in. I made an interesting discovery on day two
of my all nude challenge, and that's the fact that I don't think our neighbors really care
one bit about nudity. It's a small apartment complex with like eight
units, a pool, and rent that's insanely expensive because it's like two blocks from the beach. Luckily the girlfriend makes like ten times
the money I do, or we definitely wouldn't be living here. But it seems like the only other people who
can afford to live here are retirees, and man, the two I came across letting the dog
out on day two just did not even blink at my full nudeness. I guess that once you get to a certain age
in life, you've literally seen it all. Or maybe we're in a community of freaky senior
citizen sex weirdos- I've read the stats, turns out that thanks to drugs like viagra
today's seniors are getting it on so often that they're suffering from rampant outbreaks
of STDs. Like entire nursing homes will break out in
crabs because everyone is doing everyone else in there. For all we know the old coots we live with
are having crazy sex parties behind closed doors, and that's why they don't even bat
an eye when I let my dog out to pee real quick completely in the buff. I'm suddenly really curious- and a little
grossed out- about our mostly elderly neighbors! So I let the dog out briefly a few times,
I promised both the girlfriend and the infographics show I wouldn't get in too much trouble, because
I'm pretty sure they're starting to realize that they have at least some legal liability
in all of this. What this means is that I let him out to the
little garden that's like ten steps from our door, he wees, and I bring him back in. You know what, it's kind of outrageous that
he gets to walk around in his birthday suit and people think it's adorable. But if I do it, it's literally a federal case. Here's what's even weirder- I can wear a tiny,
skin-tight speedo, and that's perfectly ok too... and I should know, I had to do it for
a week. But if I wear nothing at all, time to call
Johnny Law because suddenly I'm a felon. Also, the sun feels great on your nude body. Just throwing that out there- now I get why
the dog loves lounging and napping in the sun for hours. On the homefront, the girlfriend's been...
ambivalent about the situation. I also feel like she randomly forgets, because
today she came home from a long day of shooting and walked through the front door, set her
bag down, and paused as she spotted me, then went, “oh, yeah, that's right.” Like two hours ago she put her hand on her
hip, looked at me and said, “If you're going to do this for four more days, you need to
at least landscape... that whole situation down there.” So I did, and well, two things. One, I think our shower drain is not as big
as the one in our last place, and two, I think she was definitely right because by the time
I was done it looked like Bob Ross's head was stuck in our shower drain. And stuck it was, that sucker got clogged
but good. She had to run to the store for emergency
draino, and I fully admit, that was my bad. Guys, either landscape frequently or have
like a small trash can nearby. Do not let it go down the drain, trust me. Day 7: Another week gone, another weird challenge
done and dusted. Seven days living as natural as the day I
was born. Honestly, this challenge was easy for me. I've never been bothered by being nude before,
and it was kind of nice to be honest. Don't get me wrong, it is weird at first because
your entire life you've been programmed to wear clothes. So when you start being naked a little too
long, it's like your brain is starting to get worried that something weird is up because
you should be dressed by now. It's also really weird when you're being naked
in other parts of the house besides your bedroom, because then your brain is definitely screaming
at you: this is the living room, this is a place for clothes! I'm lucky we live in SoCal by the way, and
the weather is pretty much pleasant all the time. Doing this challenge somewhere icy cold would
be a no-go, not least of all because of, you know, shrinkage. Hey, if I have to be naked for a week, then
at least I want an honest representation and not, you know, someone having a gander and
being like, oh ok, and then me being, “no, wait, come back when it's warmer it's just
really cold out now!” I told the girlfriend about that little scenario
and she just shook her head and said that I think about the weirdest things. Speaking of her, I don't think she ever really
adjusted. She definitely felt... randier than usual
this last week, which I guess is a huge compliment to me, but she also kind of was weird about
it- especially when eating. I guess I don't blame her though, I mean,
guy's junks are just kind of weird and gross looking to begin with. Everything below your waist and above your
knees just kind of looks like a sad elephant. God definitely did not make male genitalia
to be very aesthetically pleasing. I know I wouldn't want to be looking at it
while eating dinner every night. There's something to be said for pants after
all. About the only major hiccup in this whole
thing was one incident with the mail man, and let me tell you, our possible sex-freak
elderly neighbors didn't seem to have a single problem with this challenge, but our mailman
definitely did. Our mailbox is right next to the little garden
that I had been taking the dog to pee at, so I only have to be outside for like ten
seconds in order to check the mail. I heard the mailman opening the mail boxes,
so I figured I'll wait until I hear him close them, give it like thirty seconds, and then
go grab the mail real quick. It was a good plan in theory. I hopped outside and briskly walked to the
mailbox in all my full-nude glory. Then at about the same time that I reached
the mailbox, the mail man turned the corner to our bank of mailboxes, so we ended up maybe
three feet apart. He had gone back to his little car to get
a package he couldn't carry on his first trip. Listen, put me in a tactical situation and
I can think fast on my feet no problem. Years of training and real-world experience
have drilled reflex-like responses so deeply into me that they're as natural as breathing. But put me in a social situation and I'm as
awkward as a man with one leg in an ass-kicking contest. My brain literally goes to mush. So the only thing I could think of to break
the incredible tension between me and this complete stranger of a mail man who had just
ran into me buck-naked, was to simply say, “That's a big package.” Now, I don't know if he thought this was a
self-referential statement or a flirtatious pick-up line from a nude stranger, but I know
that what I meant to imply was that the package was very large and it was clear why he had
to make a second trip, and perhaps maybe he needed help lifting it? But no, instead of literally any of that,
I basically either made this guy think I was propositioning him or bragging. New neighborhood, already off to an amazing
start. I think he was just as flustered as I was,
because it seems like the only thing he could think of in response to this whole, very nude
situation was to scream out, “It is a federal offense to impede the work of a postal office
employee!” Well, I certainly didn't want to make a federal
case out of the situation- especially since I'd avoided one with the kids at our old place. So I high-tailed it back inside, and later
told the girlfriend that maybe it would be best if she picked up our mail from now on. Alright, challenge over. What did I learn? Your butt gets really sweaty really easily,
and it sticks to a lot of things. If you're going to go nude, I recommend you
invest in a lot of nice, soft cloth fabrics to cover things with. Otherwise you're going to be getting stuck
to every chair you sit on. Also, maybe don't get caught checking your
mail completely in the nude by a very angry/confused mailman. They don't get paid enough for that. Oh, remember how the girlfriend asked me how
I'd feel if she walked around naked for a week? Well, I talked with the infographics show
over skype call- which they made me go to voice only after I stood up once to go get
a drink. Turns out, she's going to be doing this exact
same challenge as part of the official launch of our own channel! So stay tuned for that and check out this
challenge from her perspective. Now we challenge you to sit right there and
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It was interesting. I don't think it was as funny as the host thought it was. I also didn't like how he seemed to have difficulty separating nudity from sexuality, implied his older neighbors must be some kind of perverts, and that men are inherently "uglier" than women.
Nude for 7 days? I'm like on day 13. This lockdown is great
not much
It was funny that the mail man pointed out it was a federal offense to interrupt mail carrier duties
I've already seen it (it's one of my favourite YouTube channels) . When I first saw it , it didn't look quite good to me at all . But considering that the host is not a nudist himself , it's kinda like a unique experience .
I would not bother receiving my posts naked (if it was not illegal in my country) .
I LOL’d at “That’s a big package”. 🤣
Ah, the mail.
I forgot to check the mail earlier today, so I just took the 50 foot walk out to the box at the end of my driveway. It was a little after 3 AM in my quiet neighborhood, so I figured, "Why not?"
A little cold out, at the moment, but it was nice. First time I've ventured out in the front yard here without getting dressed, first.
I did not surprise the mailman.