there was lots to do at the resort, like promise some dude named juan carlo that we would run back to our rooms and bring him all our money in exchange for cheap trinkets. "
oh, juan carlo! of course we'll be right back. we would never forget about you!" ... sucker.
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the frugal person's swimsuit.
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and there was the beach. girls like to complain about sand in their swimsuits. you know what i say? fuck a swimsuit, go european!
i also got to build my first sand castle. all my new friends helped me. truth be told, building sandcastles is boring as shit. you pile up some sand and the surf comes and washes it all away. i like efficient, productive activities with some sort of point. i get that from daddy j's side of the family.
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working hard or hardly working?
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what's the best part about building a sandcastle? beer and daquiris!
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the moment i realized i should have been wearing a swimsuit.
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xoxo. baby.
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