It takes all kinds

Walking on the beach a few mornings ago I saw a gaggle of drunks guys fraternizing in the sand.
By that I mean there were about five or six middle-aged guys sharing a fifth of bourbon and making an occasional mad dash into the ocean waves.
Did I mention they were naked?
Yeah, naked. In the buff. On birthday suit patrol. Neeked!
These fellas, which I think were all "together"- if you know what I mean.
One or two of them would take a swig out of what was left of the bourbon, then drop trow and dash into the waves, while the others whooped and hollered. They were having a heck of a good time.
So good, law enforcement showed up and had to round them up - something about drunk and disorderly and being naked in public.
I have nothing against either middle-aged men or those who indulge in any sort of alternative lifestyle. I just don't want to see a middle-aged man naked. EVER!
I remember watching a video in middle school that involved a bunch of naked old Swedish men, bursting - yes, there was bursting! - out of a sauna and running naked (did I mention there was bursting?) down a dock before plunging into an ice-cold lake.
Please don't ask me why the class was watching such a video, because I have no idea, but it involved science.
At any rate, I have since been cured of any desire of seeing any old man - or young man - naked. Period.