Watch as a fun party anthem is effortlessly transformed into a weirdly hostile beachfront bacchanal where Sondra Prill's command to "Make my day!" is more reminiscent of Dirty Harry than Technotronic. Oh, those sweet days when North America's beaches were dotted with neon bikinis, mirrored sunglasses and oiled musclemen.




perhaps yet another post that belongs in the "1001 reasons la is better than florida" section?
that was truly awful on so many levels