The New York winter was closing in on Colonel Penny Loafer and Arctic Stu. Despite their natural proclivity to the freezing white stuff the duo needed a change of pace. They took the F train to Times Square where they transfered to the P train. Day and night passed, then another day, and soon they arrived in Mexico.
Arctic Stu was nervous that he’d get a supremely wicked sunburn. They’d planned this trip so hastily that he didn’t have time to go to the tanning salon and build up his base. Now, he was kicking himself. “My Living Social deal of five tans for $5 expires in two weeks,” he told Penny. “I totally should have used it!”
White as ever, he grabbed two umbrellas from an Italian couple who didn’t seem to be using them and found comfort in the shade. As it were, Colonel Penny Loafer couldn’t take the heat either. Before retiring his hotel room for the remainder of the afternoon he scouted out a funky beach bar and decided to return in the evening, when it was cooler.
“Hey! Where my Coronas at?”