Nothing beats just lounging around the beach, listening to some Jimmy Buffet, sippin' on the bottle, working on my tan....yeah, this is paradise.
Ok, I'm not at the beach, but a man can dream can't he? The Lady One is just dying for us to go. The Guy One doesn't want us to. I don't see what the problem is, I mean I got the outfit and attitude for the beach bum that I am. Is the Guy One worried about me getting too much sun or me swimming too far away from the beach? No, he just goes on and on about my man boobs. Yeah, like he's a looker.