Dutch
gym to introduce 'Naked Sunday'
By TOBY
Patrick
de Man, owner of Fitworld gym in the town of Heteren , said he got the idea in
part from two of his customers who are avid nudists.
"I heard that some other gyms are offering courses on 'pole-dancing' as a sport, so I thought: Why not bring something new to the market?" de Man said.
He said the response had been overwhelming — positive and negative.
The 70,000-member Dutch Federation of Naturists was curious to see if Fitworld's plan would work, spokesman Bernd Huiser said.
"We recently conducted a large survey among our members, and most prefer to exercise with their clothes on," he said. "The most popular activities (for nudists) are things you do outdoors, like walking on the beach, or swimming in a lake, or maybe gardening."
De Man said the first question Fitworld customers were asking was whether it would be sanitary.
Nude exercisers would be required to put towels down on weight machines and to use disposable seat covers while riding bikes. All machines would be cleaned and disinfected afterward. "We clean them every day anyway," he said.
The first "Naked Sunday" is scheduled for March 4.
« March Forth Young
Man ! » The old man said
“Must make a Stand and get Ahead
“No more flopping in your bed
“There’s no stopping when you
tread
“On the ‘walker’ mustn’t dread
“Trying to pork her Ethel red
Sallied forth the Young Man went
With his manhood slack and bent
But ready for the main event
Where he could all his feelings vent
Imagine when he saw the whoppers
Of the others: all “Show
Stoppers”
Wearing only their clod hoppers
With tags and names like Piet
Van Kloppers
Feeling small and quite
outclassed
The Young Man hid behind the
mast
While he stared at all the vast
Boobs and Bums that wandered
past
Then they started working out
Waving all their “things” about
Most of them were over stout
Of this there wasn’t any doubt
The sight just made our Young
Man blush
The hairy armpits, hairy tush
And afterwards, the stampede
rush
Like herds of hippos in a crush
To the new communal showers
Where they seemed to play for
hours
With the soap that smelt like
flowers
That “cleans and scrubs and also
scours”
And so with dis-gust in his mind
The Young Man left that place
behind
To find a bar where he could
blind
The mem’ry of that “Bump and Grind”
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