I was convinced to do this and I am asking everyone to PLEASE keep it clean. Here goes: My son, when we was 16, decided that it would be a good idea to go streaking at midnight. 6' tall with nothing by sneakers on. (He was with another friend) Guess who brought him home? Our pastor. That poor pastor was so red in the face from trying not to laugh outloud. He made me walk him to his car and then busted out laughing I am surprised he didn;t wake the neighbors. My child forgot that Pastor Dennis often burns the midnight oil and he lives right around the corner.