After an hour in the sun, some of the (many) treats we'd purchased on the car ride out, especially the chocolately ones, had gotten gooey. Rather than having to squirt it out of the wrapper like toothpaste, Grant decided to chill that motherfucker out in the ocean to return it to a more solid state. (Mmmmmmm....delicious Fastbreak).
Immediately afterwards, Grant decided to run into the water to "take a swim" (a.k.a - hide the big, beach boner he popped in his tight, little Euro-swimtrunks he got from STARING at Sarah's titties.)
