You just reminded me of an awful joke my mom made many times about partying like it’s 1999 which I’m sure you’re referencing. Many times I asked her what our plans were and she would start singing that line in cringier and cringier ways that I groaned more and more as a kid, teenager, and adult. She passed unexpectedly a few years back.

All that to say, thanks for the rare reference I haven’t heard since, and I internally groaned again. I hope you have people to groan about it like I do you cheeky devil.

Or call him the 12th man and have him help against the pass rush

Hawaii is too good for him too. Maybe forget the island and just go with a raft.