Observing A Pantsless Man Contemplate Streaking Before He Storms The Field Is Borderline Fascinating

Stay quiet and tread lightly, folks. For here we capture a drunken hooligan in the wild deciding how to successfully add to his arrest record, and then fulfilling his life’s work. An animal sequence of worthy of Planet Earth, just less majestic and more inebriated (with possible exception to those delightful monkeys who get HAMMERED off of tourist’s drinks on the beach. Bless those happy-go-drunkey creatures.). Crikey, indeed. What do you think is going on in his head while sitting there with his bare nuts on the seat in a packed stadium for a solid 5+ minutes? Definitely not the possibility on being permanently etched on any sex offender registry. Or anything logical other than finding the best way to get on the field in the most naked way possible. He even waited while the crowd was distracted before taking his taint to the pitch and flanking the refs. That’s taking a page straight out of Sun Tzu’s Art Of Streaking. Well played, drunk sir.

In the end it’s beyond risky storming a field full of rugby players in the nude. The last thing I’d want is my dick flapping in the wind on a rugby pitch within grasp of those maniacs. I’d almost rather go streaking through a meadow infested with snakes or a ravenous Amy Schumer. Those guys will grab, claw, and rip apart anything to inflict pain. And after they take down the naked prey they’ll go after each other just for shits and giggles. Seriously. That’s exactly what happens.