So, I was looking at this cartoon the other day, and it got me thinking about gardening. Now, I'm not exactly a green thumb. My idea of "nurturing" a plant is giving it a stern talking to. My houseplants usually end up looking like they've been through a divorce and a bad haircut. But this cartoon, it’s got a gardener, right? And he’s got these HUGE shears, like he’s about to prune a redwood. He looks intense. You know the type. The kind of guy who color-codes his lawn gnomes. He’s probably got a spreadsheet for his petunias. And then, in the background, you’ve got this… vision. She’s watering some bushes, but let’s be honest, the bushes are not the main attraction here. She’s got… curves. And she’s in a bikini. In a garden. My wife saw it and said, "Is that a gardening bikini?" I said, "Honey, I don't think that's for gardening. I think that's for distracting the gardener." And then there's this little detail in the corner, a hand ...
So, I was at the beach the other day, trying to get my tan on, you know, soaking up that vitamin D like a lizard on a hot rock. And I noticed something... the beach is basically a giant, open-air dating app, but with more sand and less swiping. You've got your classic archetypes, right? There's the guy who's clearly been working out since the last ice age, flexing in his speedo like he's auditioning for Baywatch. And then there's the woman, perfectly posed, sunglasses on, looking like she stepped out of a magazine. They're practically radiating "I'm available, and I'm fabulous." But then, you see the little cherubs, right? The winged babies with arrows. Apparently, Cupid's got a summer job at the beach, and his aim is… well, let's just say it's a little more chaotic than a toddler with a water gun. I saw this one guy, totally minding his own business, probably contemplating the existential dread of sand in his shorts. And BAM! Arr...
