Come to the pool with me!
Hurry up, the pool will be closing soon! Together we can laugh and shout in the splish-splashing sunshine!
If we get there soon, you can sit atop my shoulders as we glide through the pool and delight in the summertime sensations! Then we can all come crashing down into the cool, renewing water. Our frowns will be washed away down the rivers of chlorinated eternity!
Come, slather my torso with suntan lotion that I might avoid the sun’s forbidden rays. Be sure to use a lot, because my upper body is substantial, and I don’t want any part of my skin to escape your lotion-soaked palms.
Hold my hand as I jump into the pool! We will enter the 9-foot oasis together! I don’t ever want you to leave me, do you understand? Never leave me.
The pool is fun!
Now slip below the surface with me and shout out underwater secrets that you would otherwise not tell a soul! It will be a slippery tickle-treat! Ready? Here goes!
Could you understand me? You could? Really? What did you hear me say?
Uh, no, that’s not what I said. I would never say that – that’s really gross! What I actually said was “lollipops can come true.”
Yeah, I know that doesn’t make any actual sense. I guess I was just surfing on the emotion of the moment.
I love the pool!
Was this a love letter to Bridgette at one point in your relationship?
Bridgette doesn’t like going to the pool with me anymore.
You totally did say that, you pervert!
I thought you said lick a Popcicle then Moo. Man, Was I off.
As luck would have it, I just became a lifeguard.
Considering I just peed in the pool, you probably should not be opening your mouth under water.