I’m just trying to think of a point in my life where I was in a bathing suit and then needed to go to Walmart. Like would you be on your way to the pool and realize you need some new shoes? Perhaps right after you’re done taking a dip is when you want to stop by as you head home? Just a total lack of preparation either way.
Georgia
ghetto! ghetto! ghetto!
but i would bone the hell outta her.