All I need to do is pay $340 for a PC software, download it and I’m soon off to the Caribbean.
Woo-Hoo! (again)
I’ll think of you as I lay on the sundeck sipping Piña Coladas out a fresh pineapple half, gazing at the incredible horizon, then suddenly when the next island appears, sprung up green from the ocean like one of earths most brilliant miracles of god, I’ll snap my fingers to the bikini wearing waitress for some champagne to celebrate my good fortune with.
Oh, who the hell am I trying to fool. I won’t be thinking about a single one of you. I’ll be too busy getting a backrub from Sommer (who else did you think I was bringing!?) and possibly too drunk from all the free drinks to even know where I’m at.
Still, WOO-HOO!
Let’s sort you out with a postcard so I don’t have to think about it later.
“Hi, having da bomb on this boat. Not an anal sex thread in sightOff to change for the eve, for tonight is a limbo dancing competition I intend to win!...Take care, CB3”