At least now you know -- for the next time -- to get your camel torture over the minute you land by riding one to the shitty Hovel Hotel. Given their cursed existence, the camels probable know the way through the rectum of the world that leads to the described lodging by heart. And speaking of rectums (recta? Recti?), what the fuck are you doing on any large, uncomfortable mammal with your anal history -- medical, I mean? Begging for it, just begging for it.
Ha! It sounds so romantic doesn't it? I made my husband ride a horse for the first time on our honeymoon. The marriage almost didn't make it to day seven. He's never ridden again.
At least now you know -- for the next time -- to get your camel torture over the minute you land by riding one to the shitty Hovel Hotel. Given their cursed existence, the camels probable know the way through the rectum of the world that leads to the described lodging by heart. And speaking of rectums (recta? Recti?), what the fuck are you doing on any large, uncomfortable mammal with your anal history -- medical, I mean? Begging for it, just begging for it.
I can almost smell the camel.
Ha! It sounds so romantic doesn't it? I made my husband ride a horse for the first time on our honeymoon. The marriage almost didn't make it to day seven. He's never ridden again.