|WEEK IN CRAIG: VACATION, ALL THEY EVER WANTED...|
Do you ever get the feeling you could really use a permanent vacation?
So, I just got back from a quick five-day trip to the Midwest for a friend's wedding. It was a great vacation, but I was thoroughly exhausted and hungover from the five-day bender that I've come to associate with people's nuptials. And so, I was feeling happy to be home again.
My first day back, I hopped on the D train at Grand Street, heading into Brooklyn -- a subway ride most notable for the long trip across the Manhattan Bridge to Atlantic Avenue with no stops and locked subway cars. Meaning, once you're in a car, there ain't no getting out. Until you hit Brooklyn.
So there I was, my first day back in New York, and I hop on the nearly-empty train early in the morning, glad to be back. About 30 seconds after the train leaves the station (locking me in) a man gets up and leaves his seat in the corner of the train and sits directly in front of me. Strange, I think, but continue to read and ignore him. Fifteen seconds later I hear a familiar sound that sends a shiver of horror down my spine I hear oh God, it's too hard to repeat I hear pissssssssssssssssss.
Looking up, I realize that the man is sitting in the seat directly in front of me, staring at me with a look of wild, self-satisfied glee, taking the world's most enormous leak all over himself, the seat, and the floor between us.
Needless to say, I jumped up and ran to the other end of the car and huddled in the corner with the other two horrified passengers, watching the slow river of urine make it's way down the car towards our helpless feet.
Thankfully, the crazy man proceeded to tip over and pass out right after pissing himself -- and my fellow subway-riders and I managed to avoid both the urine foot bath and any further demented antics.
Anyway, thanks, New York, for the big fat Welcome Home. Sigh. I need another vacation.
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Well, here's a unique opportunity for the right slave. Serve the needs of a lesbian couple when we go away. If you've never experienced 24/7 servitude before, this just may be your chance to try it on for size.
You're someone we could easily enjoy dinner with, if circumstances were different. That means you've got a lively intellect with a sense of humor to match. You're interested in lots of things. You're a good listener. You're eager to please. You're submissive but not a bowl of Jell-o. If you're a little bit eye-candy-ish, that's a plus, but it's not strictly necessary. It'd be swell if you'd share vacation costs, but again, it's not strictly necessary.
Attention Eye-Candy: Wanna spend your summer putting the Birkenstocks on two short "wild" lesbians in cargo shorts and polo shirts in such exotic road trip vacation locales as Upstate New York and "Rhode Island?" Well here's the opportunity of your dreams! They'll even let you sleep on the floor and carry their luggage! "Quite a nice vacation," indeed.
What a great morning, cool and wet. Would love to suck your dick and take a load in the kisser. Sounds like a nice way to spend a vacation day.
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Yup. When I think "vacation," I think "taking a load in the kisser." Who doesn't, really?
P.S. Wanna host and smell your crotch in my face. Jesus H. Christ.