A coworker of mine read through my vacation notes and decided to sum it all up in a single page. The product of his efforts are as follows:

The REAL San Francisco Vacation

DAY 1

"I threw my old girlfriend over the bridge because she scratched one of my Ricky Martin CD's!"

DAY 2

"I got caught. They asked me to lead them to the body so I took them down the rocky slopes..."

" and eventually to this spot"

DAY 3

"They threw me in the slammer..."

DAY 4

"I hooked up with one of those prisoner-writing honey's and she got me out on bail with the agreement that I would marry her. I was in luck, the damn place was locked up tighter than my cell!"

"I live here now, in the tunnel of love. Damn, who stole my mailbox?"

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