I can't go to the beach looking like this, Sweetheart. Maybe you and the kids should go ahead without me. Don't be a child, Ted. So maybe you've put on a few pounds. Nobody's going to care... it's the beach, not a beauty contest. I suppose you're right, Dear. I mean if you're no self conscious about those lumpy saddlebags on your thighs, why am I making a big deal out of a little gut? Unpack the car, kids! We're all spending the weekend at home for your father's funeral.
Re: “sandpaper superslide”
Pep talk from Solyndra