happy travel stories

Regret and its lover Guilt fuck constantly in the tent next door,

I told u that u would fuck up ur fringe with those safety sissors

There was thisss onnneee time I was in a bar in largos (ew tourists) and they had this 2 cocktails for 4 euro deal going on and happy hour finished in 30 mins, so I started to breath in the long islands ice teas, 30 mins later stepping up onto the street I realised I had over done myself.

I magically woke up in my tent 4 hours later not knowing how I got there and felt moistness between my legs. It seemed like I had pissed myself, I was overwhelmed with the shame and guilt and ran to the commune sink to wash my scandal sin soaked shorts, returned to my tent, and lay down in shame. In the morning I woke up and found that my 1.5 lt water bottle had tipped over during the night with its lid off, jizzing its contents all over me, but try explaining that to the hot Dutch girl in the tent next door who was woken up by all my late night regret

I also regret my internal rot and mould mutant cannot burn the bigots brains with super fantastic lazer power.

'tit' is one of those words u can spell backwards so it must be important