Well, Monday is a Bank Holiday in the Cayman Islands! I ain't sure exactly what the day signifies, but I tekkin it and I runnin' wid it, and thanking all those who have made the day possible.
This weekend, I am running away from home, and FG is going to pamper me and tek care of me until I get on she nerves. I am going to be the guest from hell. I packing up my suitcase, wine and champagne and going tek root in she living room with her remote, my 'puter and will sure to be free with my gasseous emissions. She will not kick me out as long a I supply her wid booze. If we run out, I goin' pop over to Zulu's place and raid his liquor cabinet. Tee hee. Then, DV has volunteered to cook us breakfast on Saturday, after which, I will find a way to harass him for the rest of the weekend. My devious mind shall plot and ponder ... !
Pirates Week festivities are pending, but I really not feeling it. I may go hunt up some food and a sidewalk lime, but I ain't sure. Will play it by ear.
As it has been a while since I have added some beefcake, Ladies take a look at the sultry pose and the deep penetrating eyes, and lets blatantly objectify this man, pick him apart and plant some insecurities deep within. Gimme a rating from one to ten, nuh?
On that note, I shall now exit. Ya'll be sure to have a wonderful and safe weekend. Peace and love.