Bound and Gagged by Dana Summers for July 05, 2021

“Where’s mine?”

Ick.

Let me know when you can fry an egg.

On his hairy back? Eeww!

Should have done baby back ribs. No?

No no, I’m just getting my “base” tan!

“I hope you got sand on your hot dogs, lady!”

Heat in some areas are so high they buckle the highways. Not good.

EE-YOWCH!!! Better get some aloe gel and put it in the refrigerator.

When I was a kid there was no such thing as sunscreen. I just had a few of my many keratoses, [flat bumps that resemble warts] which had gotten a little dark and suspicious looking, zapped with liquid nitrogen. The dermatologist said in 8 or 10 years they’d likely become cancerous. Take are of yourselves. My generation couldn’t.

I can see the grill marks.

Good luck eating those hot dogs, Lady. Yuck!!

Unless you’re planning to follow up with the hamburgers, lady, do both of you a favor and get him out of the sun.

That was me growing up. Grandma thought vinegar was the answer tp a sunburn, so I spent every summer smelling like a salad.

When I was young, any exposed skin would turn bright pink and tender after fifteen minutes of direct sunlight. Once forgot to take the umbrella when I went fishing and ended up wearing the same clothes (tee shirt and slacks) for about a week because I swelled up like a balloon and had golf-ball sized blisters (and forget about sleeping in bed). Ended up getting a tetanus booster and chewed out by the doctor.