No, I wasn´t with the green men...

Y bueno, St. Patricks' Day, 'het zal me een worst wezen' (don't try to translate with any online translator because it will not be able to take any sense out of this; it's just an innocent dutch expression...no idea what the ethymylogic origin is...), anyway, all this green men, pissed, dancing with their great heads.... And tomorrow....what day will it be?

I would love to have a coloured saint every day. It's fun! Tomorrow in red? Or... why not invent the naked saint.... stripped off.... What a sugestion!

Thousands of Naked Japanese Men Reach For the Big Stick

Posted by Brian Fairbanks

In Saidaiji, Japan, the local men are forming groups consisting of loincloth-wearing friends and practicing chants in their garages. No, they aren't starting an Old School-style adult fraternity. They are gearing up for the annual Naked Man Festival, which is both better and more disappointing than its name applies.
After the jump: "Hadaka ni narimashou!" Which roughly translates to, "Let's get naked!"
According to one travel website, the festival reaches its climax at 11:59 on a cold February eve:

As midnight nears, the outside lights are cut off leaving just a yellow glow inside the temple showing hundreds of men in their white fundoshi, stretching their arms up to the Gods, waiting for the shingi to be dropped.

 What is the shingi? It's a piece of wood that is supposed to bring the catcher, as well as his teammates, good luck for one year. In other words, thousands of naked men, crammed together in near darkness, wait breathlessly for a giant boner to be thrown their way. Hmmm...

There is a reason why it is called the naked man festival.
The man designated the “Spirit Man” is actually completely naked. There is a ritual performed prior to the start of the actual festival when he is stripped naked and completely shaven of ALL bodily hair. His task is to then walk from one end of the street to the shrine at the opposite end.
Of course to get there, he has to make his way through all that mass of other men in fundoshi (loin cloth) who are tossing water, possibly drunk from all that sake, and all struggling to touch the Spirit Man for good luck. So somewhere in that mass is one lone naked man being grabbed by a bunch of other men.