Yeah, I got the same one, and that's not a bathing suit. It's a tan line.

It was a resort town where the wealthy would go to soak up the sun.

Can we not talk about tans or food? Well, what do you wanna talk about?

These days the old jetty built in his honor is used for sunbathing and people watching.

We're going up to the lake. My dad has a cabin there and you get the most outrageous tan.

The beach is patrolled year round by bronzed Aussie lifesavers, but always remember to swim between the flags!

That's all right. I'm tan, limber. And it looks like I talked my way out of that ticket.