Oh-kay, Here’s the situation, I went away for a week-end vacation… (It’s a lot more amusing if you sing this post to the beat of DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince‘ “Parents Just Don’t Understand” circa 1989)
“We went cruisin’ down south on the P.C.H.
Headin’ to Dana Point St. Regis Place.
Went straight to the pool to check the situation…
I put my hand on the wheel and my foot on the gas, making sure to not drive the rental Prius too fast. But we almost got whip lash we took off so fast.
Laguna was pumpin’
Shopping was bumpin’
Even Monarch Private Beach Club was thumpin’ But the beach was callin’
No more stallin’
Time to surf
Out here there’s no turf
So to all you other kids across the land,
I know you understand–get your tush on a plane and find some sweet sand.
(My apologies, for terrible rap form!)
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