wake up and smell the coffee...

retreating to my small private island (procured from the government) via my private yacht. bucephalas, will be there upon arrival, fit as a fiddle, courtesy of my two servants.

legend:
bucephalas; glossy black arabian stallion, able to strut at a canter, neigh, and gallop when asked to show the meaning of haste.

servants; able bodied studs. employment based on looks, height, and skills. thick locks, tight buttocks. primarily responsible for housekeeping... NO!, islandkeeping to be more exact(if ever there's such a word), and ensuring bucephalas's physiological and psychological well-being.

will bring my girlfren along(see, i'm not gay), together with shadowfax, we will spend careless days of horseriding. indulge ourselves in simple luxuries like sunrises/sunsets, clear blue seas, white sands, and home made wines. (upon looking at the horizon, there are no commercial or other personal ships on sight e.g; oil-tankers, cruise ships, fishing ships, pirate ships and the likes. only my anchored yacht... savvy?)

legend;
girlfren; smooth and supple skin. complexity fair. long luscious jet black hair. nice lenghty proportions, no over/undersized breasts, calves, thighs or hips (hey, i'm not demanding ok?! it's just proportions. not too big, not too small. the hair can even be straight or wavy, i'm not fussy, as long as jet black and long, savvy? hehe)

shadowfax; snowy white mare. complements bucephalas.

wake up and smell the coffee

fantasy world, i'm not like wat u read. i don't own anything that u'd read, not even the girlfriend part. i'm just a bloke who have too much time that his exams are over. rite, gonna make my black coffee to keep me awake. it's english vs croats tonight.
adios...