Where am I? This isn't Chicago. And holy shit! I'm a chick! How did this happen? How am I going to get home without money or an ID? And how am I going to explain this to my wife and kids?
That rich bitch thought she could make fun of me, just because she was a smoking hot babe who married a billionaire? She should have known that I was a body hopper. I hope she's having fun in my old life. I know that I'm enjoying the hell out of her private jet.
You mean the weekend is over already? I've had so much fun at Bikini Beach, I don't want to leave. How much does a weekly pass cost? That's all? I'm going to stay here the rest of the summer!
