I was supposed to post pictures of beach babes I saw for my friend at work, Paul Hounslow. But the only women I saw were two obese women in bikinis who put all their stuff down right next to us and proceeded to talk loudly non-stop for two hours while sipping concealed beers (alcohol isn't allowed on the beach).
My daughter and I tried to remember all the best lines to post:
"When I saw he had that $70 fine, I paid it but I didn't have enough for the bills. Then he came home and ate my meal and his, then he ate that cheese that you gave me. I said I ain't payin' his fines no more else I won't have enough for my bills."
"He said I had an emotional attitude, then I got mad and yelled, and he flipped and started beatin' on my car. I got ahold of that wrench and went after his motorcycle."
"He just plays with his hernia. He won't get it fixed. He just sits there and plays with it while he watches TV."
"I got a date tonight. I knowed him about a year." (The friend asks what her new boyfriend does for a living.) "I dunno. But he better do somethin'."