Skinny dipping? You betcha! This year will be no exception.
Before my skinny dipping times, I remember my friends and I sneaking out late at night and snatching the clothes and towels of some unnamed brother, brother's friends (male and female) and our cousins' babysitter. We then turned the lights on so they could find their way home.
I recall a summer day when a water balloon launcher from a maroon Century was involved. Some of you know the rest of the story (this means you, Pepper).
And I will never admit to mooning the Mount Washington at night in the old Renken.