It’s Tanline season, at least that’s what overexcited motherfucker like me like to think, but the reality is that it’s always tanline season, and you don’t even need a sun to generate those tanlines, you can buy it in a jar or get sprayed down by some entrepreneurial stripper and her mobile spray tan machine she bought with her stripper money, in attempts to make a better life for herself..
I guess I romanticize the tanline as something that happens on some epic endless summer vacation at the beach or by the pool, but ultimately, it can happen anywhere even in the basement where you’ve locked up all your girlfriends who may not think they are your girlfriends, but maybe in a few years time they’ll finally accept it.
Point of the story, tanlines highlight the good parts!