This is why I like going to the beach, but oh no, you had to bitch and moan about the sand, never taking into account the water you can go into to wash the sand out of your vagina. So now we're stuck here in 105 degree heat without any air conditioning , in our living room. There's no way we're going to have sex because it's too goddamn hot, and there's no way we're going to the beach because you've got sand in your vagina. Why the fuck did I marry you anyway? Aren't you a dog? How the hell did I marry a canine?