Well isn’t this just livin (sorry Corona, but it is). Makes you wish you were young and free of the shackles of work. Makes you wish you hadn’t a care in the world. Makes you wanna pull into closeout barrels at a cheeky beach break under the blazing African sun. And then walk up the beach and hang out with your mates under a beach umbrella. Shooting the breeze. Living the dream. Wishing utopia would never cease.
