Pat Jefferson
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Yo, mi bredrin, listen up. We touch down pon di scene from yard, straight outta Jamaica, fi a likkle beach vibes, yuh see it? Di plan was fi enjoy di wata sports an' ketch some nice beach time wid di likkle ones. Mi yute Leroy bring him favorite blow-up unicorn, an’ mi princess Shameka roll up wid her bucket an' spade, ready fi mash up di sandcastle game.
But hear dis now—when we reach di beach, mi seh, not even one rass lounger fi rent. No ice cream man inna sight neither, mi cyan believe it. But dat nah even di worst part, bredda. Di real maddest ting? Di whole sea freeze up! Ice, mi seh! Ice, like di kinda ting yuh only see pon TV.
We end up lock up inna di hotel fi di whole trip, cause all we pack a beach clothes. Big mistake, mi tell yuh. Next year, we a go roll back, but only when di weather tun up and di sea free up again. Bless up.