Dang it…who left Moby out in the rain again? I’m not going to be the one to bleach the mold off this time.
Todd would soon learn a hard lesson that all hirsute men must one day learn: When you shave your junk…where do you stop???
Lenny was still pouting from the cruel prank. Putting baby oil on the slip-n-slide was bad enough…but was it really necessary to put the floor sweepings from the local Brazilian Wax shop at the end of the slide?
Bloood Type – Angora.
“Gotta make one last pass through the beach bag…SPF 30 scalp protectant – check. Combination suntan oil / conditioner…check. Spray-on Rogaine™…check…”
Witness Nature’s miracle as we see the fresh new hairless SoHo Hipster shedding it’s protection fat New Jersey Sicilian winter Vinnie-cocoon…
Jack was painfully aware that his upper body looked like a weiner dog’s semi-aroused penis in the act of “lip-sticking”.
Ron Jeremy stood on the beach, still fuming at his wife for putting the Nair bottle in the shower right next to the identically shaped Head & Shoulders bottle.
Frank never understood why his head remained mercifully free of the flea and tick bites ravaging the rest of his body.
After Gurn emerged from the surf everyone just assumed he was wearing a slick black spandex one-piece.
“Dammit…I’ll NEVER pick all this algea out…”
Todd frolicked on the beach as his father looked on disapprovingly from the resort’s poolside bistro.
Man, DarkSock, you’re on a roll tonight!
geez man put a darksock in it.
HAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA CERTAIN VARIATIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE ARE COMICAL
HMPH! There’s always ONE, isn’t there?
Almost fully erect.
Story of my life.
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