“We'll get there fast
And then we'll take it slow”
I must really be in love with all of you.
Here I am, frantically finishing up my work so I can jet off to the tropics for a much-needed vacation, and what do I decide to do? Why, give you all one last post to let you know why you won’t be hearing from me for a bit.
That really IS commitment. You would think, with ME being so serious about our relationship, at least ONE of you would have banged me by now. I mean, really, how much work am I supposed to put into this relationship before I start getting some dividends? (p.s. and by ‘dividends’, that’s my coy way of saying ‘hand-job’)
Anyway, I know that for SOME people, vacation is a time of scenic bus tours, frantic scheduling, and waking up early to see the sun rise, but that’s just NEVER going to be ME.
No, for me, a REAL vacation is a time when I can lie in the sand, order a girl-drink that comes in a big hollowed-out coconut with a big fruity umbrella, buy some Ganja from a local, and let my washboard abs bake and bronze in the Caribbean sun. And I must say, I can get QUITE dark if I put my mind to it. It’s a by-product of all of that hot Sicilian blood boiling thru my privates.
Anyway, that’s my idea of an ideal vacation, and THAT’S exactly what I’ll be doing for the next week or so. It’s ME time, and woe be unto anyone who attempts to fuck with it.
Have a great week, people. If I deem you worthy, I may treat you all with a picture of me in my speedo upon my return.
4 hours ago