Okay, I enjoy lame as much as the next guy, but sometimes there needs to be a line in the sand. An appropriate expression, by the way, because the subject here is a beach.
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Blog guy, I’ve been reading your advice about things such as belly dancing, contortionism, snake handling, voluntary mutilation and other respected careers, and I’m wondering if you could suggest some areas of study that I might not have considered?
It’s our job to spot absurd trends, so you don’t have to worry about them. Recently we’ve blogged about a carwash featuring topless women, a butler service that supplies scantily clad hunks to serve at your parties… And now, women to mow your lawn in bikinis.
It’s one of those social dilemmas we all face these days, in in our busy, busy lives. Velma needs to put in a day at the conservative think tank where she works, but afterwards she wants to go straight to the beach, while there’s still some sun. What to do, what to do?
The latest version of the bikini – once the most sizzling little bit of clothing around – beeps to tell you when you’re brown enough. That’s pretty much the same thing a good oven thermometer will do, it’s just that here the main course is a little more attractive.