I have experienced three “SPRING BREAK (FILL IN THE YEAR) BITCHES!!!!” in my lifetime. Two of those I have been able to experience with one of my bestest friends in the world, Sammi.
I’d tell you about those trips but that’s classified information. What happens in Florida, stays in Florida, except for those alcohol flashbacks.
Case in point, Sammi, several months after one of those trips: “My mouth tastes like Spring Break.”
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