Hey, why is there a bunch of "dance" stuff in my car? There's frilly costumes and leotards hanging everywhere. And who took my beef jerky? I paid good money for that beef jerky and I'm...
Wait a minute -- this isn't my music. I want my Rock 'n Roll. I want my "Born To Be Wild" and "California Girls" and "Surfin' USA." This is Spring Break with a capital S & B, and I've got plans and I've got...
Oh, we're going to a dance competition? We're not just going to the beach for some R&R? Our baby girl is dancing? When did this happen? And who gave her permission, because I didn't sign up for seeing my precious little baby in half-naked costumes dancing to some heebie-jeebie music and...
Ok, I'll shut up and drive.
So, when we get to the beach, could you pretend you don't know me?
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