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Holiday special (7)

So, here we are, one week in to this summer programme of dumping really old captioned photos (some dating back to 2011!) out into the wild… and copied across to tumblr.

How’s my holiday going, you ask?  I haven’t a clue.  I put all these in the scheduler back in July, moron.  Do try to pay attention.

On we go.

 

 



Yeah, I was not very good at text and photo contrast back then.  Sorry.  Or indeed, at captions really.  A lot of these old ones are a bit shit, I reckon.  I prefer my more recent stuff.
 

 

Holiday special (1)

So here we go… Servitor’s on holiday, having a lovely time by the side of the pool, scrubbing away at the mould that grow on the tiles, before a great night out clubbing, tied up with a spreader gag by the queue for the ladies’ loos.

So in the meantime, here are some robotically programmed captions – three a day every day, without comment. Usually written long ago, but never before published.  Probably for a reason, to be honest.

Just like last year.

Feel free to make comments, but be aware I will not respond until September.  Abusive comments from ladies particularly welcome, as ever.  It always amazes me when that happens – I don’t even have to pay for it!

Here we go.

 

 

 

 

Leaving – on a jet plane

But I do know when I’ll be back again.  1st September.  But in the meantime, just like last year, there will be extra bumper posts – three new captioned pictures a day, without commentary or anything else.

Enjoy. Or don’t. I don’t care! I’ll be on holiday, see?

And now, for something holiday themed…

Don’t worry, some of the staff in economy dress like this too. Andre, for example, and Philippe.  I’ve heard they’re very nice.
 

 

Did you ever have one of those dreams about being naked?  You know, you dream you’re naked in the office or somewhere like that, and everyone’s laughing at you, and it’s all over the newspapers, so you lose your job and to try to forget the pain you start a lighthearted femdom blog called Contemplating the Divine, and… oh, hang on.
 
 
Actually I can’t think of anywhere I’d feel more secure during turbulence.
 
 
No, I’m good.  I had one before we left.

 

There are some very strange sexual fetishes out there.  Don’t you think?