If you’re swimming in the buns like Snoop Dog shoves the jazz cabbage down his wind pipe, you're snorkeling in paradise. Just ask veteran dumper diver Jeff Corwin, whose 6 day trip to Ponte Vedra Beach turned into a two-week snorkel spree after he spent all his money on strippers and Columbian bam-bam he bought from a sketchy club bouncer named Kyser. Despite developing a nasty case of pink eye, Corwin continues to describe the trip as “deadliest catch, without the crabs”. Sounds like Jeff spent just enough time back stroking in the deep end. Be like Jeff and snorkel in paradise.