So, you and your lovely wife go to the beach. It's a private beach today; no one else is around. Your wife decides to take advantage of the privacy and takes off her top to erase some tan lines. You eat lunch, your favorite: Kentucky Fried Chicken, extra crispy. You read a few pages of the new novel you have by your favorite author. The cold beers in the cooler are tasting mighty fine on this hot day. You decide to frolic in the surf a while with your missus; play a little catch. Then it occurs to you there's only one thing wrong with today, but it's something you can fix. So you turn to your wife and say, "Gosh Hon, why don't you take off those high-heels? Those have got to be killing you out here in the sand…" Now, your day is perfect.

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