Ah, the fun continues. GirlsOnDaSide. I love these guys. Let's just call this progressive reggae for lack of a better term. You might think you are on the sandy beach of a tropical island with gorgeous girls in bikinis dancing to the beat of a calypso band, when suddenly a feirce wind picks up and dark clouds form overhead as ice cold pellets of freezing rain begin to fall, stinging the skin. Then, without warning, you are thrown into the back seat of a Nash Rambler and driven over the rolling hills of a countryside to a house, where you are tied to a chair and forced to watch a series of short films, mostly clay-mation, an episode of woody woodpecker, and a weezer video. After all that, just as the needle is dropped onto the 4th Led Zeppelin LP, you wriggle your arms free and bolt out the door, running as if pursued by a hungry cat. You run until your legs can no longer move, and then collapse face down on the sandy beach of a tropical island while two bikini girls look down at you and start to giggle.
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