Oh right, because there are other people in the park. Right.

Any idea which aisle has the eye drops? Cotton swabs? SOMETHING to clean out my brain?

Call the time doctor, taste is dead on arrival.

What's worse than one Borat-style mankini? Well...

How many more smooches are we going to have to ruin before we put an end to this nonsense?

I mean, we've all been there. I'd much rather look like a cartoon caricature on most days anyway.