Last night, we dreamt of San Pedro

The only real question, then, is why the f*ck is Old Man Snap, a man's man, a real man, a kiss-stealin', wheelin'-dealin', jet-flyin', limosine-ridin' WOOOOOO son of a gun Nature Boy Ric Flair-type man waking up with freaking LA ISLA BONITA in his manly head?

Jesus. We need to get a hold of ourselves.