It's not my fault. Really. It's not. I have been kidnapped and am being held at gunpoint until later today when I will be blindfolded, stuffed into a car and driven to Ft. Lauderdale at which time I will be forced up the gangway and onto a very large sea worthy vessel that will take me away for 14 days.
I am trembling with fear. My kidnappers are fearce opponents and have overpowered all attempts to ward them off.
I am told that you can put your wallets away. There is no ransom involved. I have been assured that I if I behave myself, don't spend too much time in the casino and refrain from singing "Hot, Hot, Hot," at the top of my lungs that I will be returned virtually unharmed (there is no guarantee that sunburn will not be involved) two weeks from today.
Keep the faith my faithful eleven as I attempt to remain strong amidst the difficulties of the upcoming days. I am instructed that if I don't put up too much resistance I will be permitted to roam about the ship at my leasure.
I have vowed to do as I am told in order to secure my safe return. (Although that casino thing is a bit iffy.)
Bon Voyage.
See you in 14
That is unless the casino police grab me and stuff me a tiny cell where I will be held until trial with only bread and water to sustain me. If found guilty I will be forced to live out my remaining days sailing around the Caribbean on a cargo ship swabbing the deck for 26 burly seamen.
It might be worth it.
3 comments:
Just when I thought I might become a faithful #12....you ship out!
WOW...have a great time!!! :-)
2 weeks?!?! Enjoy.
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