Wish You Were Here
It’s nearly summer time, which means heading to foreign soil to sit half naked on a crowded bit of land where dirt meets water, to spend your evenings looking like Dr. Zoidberg while drinking copious amounts of cheap local booze and copping off with strangers.
Or alternatively if you’re feeling the pinch, pretend you did all that instead—send one of these pretend postcards and act like you spent 2 weeks in Vegas surrounded by hot babes.
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