Nags Head – Arnold Clarkson knew from the moment he booked a beach vacation this was a possibility. He cursed himself silently. “I knew we should have gone camping instead,” he muttered to himself.
“Dad!” his daughter cried loudly, “Mom said it’s your turn to take me into the water.”
“Well, here we go,” he said despondently, “I’m really sorry you all have to see this.” With that he slowly removed his shirt, revealing love handles, a spare tire, and a beer gut. His dark chest hair was everywhere and even looked liked it had grown to his shoulders and arms. He let out a defeated sigh, and escorted his daughter to the water.
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