then nobody'd be surfing because we'd all be under water.
At a restaurant Tuesday, Himself and I were doing the bouncy (insincere) bobbing our heads back and forth to Surfin' USA, ironic grins on our faces.
Just how baked do your beans have to be to get past the first horrible line???
Let's fluff our auras and clear away the hideous Beach Boy stench with thoughts of puppies: