"Now, what we've got here is a failure to communicate."

Paul Newman was a babe. Even his sketch on my balsamic vinaigrette is smoking hot. And what better way to live the pura vida than to slap your photo on some organic salad dressing? No way at all, I say. Paul Newman was down with la pura vida in major ways. To honor that, I suggest you go Netflix yourself my favorite Paul Newman flick, Cool Hand Luke.

Now there is a guy who knows about la pura vida. I mean, he eats 50 eggs. He speaks in a low, even drawl. He cuts the heads off parking meters. Also, he's a BABE! Sha-wing!

When I was in high school, I loved staying home on a Friday night (popular gal that I was) and watching this movie. It's so good it almost makes you want to be imprisoned with a 1940's southern chain gang, so you can say things like, "Takin' it off here, boss?" Also, so you can, preferably, have inmates that look like him. Pura vida, indeed.