part butthole, part surfer

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omg, i slept for like a million hours after cuz i went surfing on sunday. still suck at it, but who cares?

also, my swimsuit is mia. seriously, my swimsuit disappeared!

also get this: i went surfing last week too and the sand was barely stuck in my mouth for more than three days! felt totally cheated. where's the gritty realness?!









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