Choice is really overrated, dahrlings. Calls for way too much heavy lifting. What if I make a mistake? Is green really my colour? Does Varadero’s sand sift more softly through my sandals than Cancun’s?
Other than the fact that green is definitely not my colour, I’ll gladly pick the path of highest return. Someone wants it to be Varadero? No problemo. But what’s in it for me? My opinion is for sale. Is yours?
Let’s face it, dahrlings, what will ethics buy you? I had one once. And all it got me was a lonely seat at the morals bar with empty principles for company. No thanks to that. So when Mister Meanour walked up with a tenner in his pocket and a rigged poll in his hand, what was I to do? He had me in a tight spot.
With experience, I realize I should have held out for twenty and air to anywhere in North America. In any case, all the best people get elected by stuffing ballot boxes. Where would Bush be today if Floridians knew how to count?
It’s easy. Here, I’ll show you:
Who is the most totally amazing travel industry commentator EVER?
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