Vacate the Fucking Premesis

Just a head’s up – I’m going to be on a cruise, and you’re not. Rest assured I won’t be thinking of you while I smoke a cigar and drink my snifter of brandy out on the veranda of my palatial cabin, or while I’m dipping my tootsies in the “Splash Pool” on Deck 13. Nor will you cross my mind, even a little bit, while I dance in a tuxedo under the New York Harbor fireworks display with my ravishing wife. This will be the day of Ha Ha from me, and you will be reduced to snivelling wrecks of pudding in my mind if I bothered to think of you at all, which I’ve already stated that I wouldn’t. Think of you.

Of course, I return at 11am Monday and have to immediately go into work, and Anastasia flies to Chicago for the big annual meeting of whatever (she’ll be gone for a week). So it looks like it’ll be back to the Haha on me.

But until then – let a man enjoy himself.

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