Currently in a not-as-nice-as-I'm-used-to hotel. Nothing "wrong" with it per se, but the scrambled egg colored walls and able-to-watch-myself-having-sex-with-a-prostitute mirrors behind the bed really call the quality of the place into question.
You ever stare at your hotel remote control and think to yourself "gee, I wonder how many people ordered porn with it, then masturbated in its immediate vicinity?" Do the cleaning ladies wash the remote? I think not!
So, basically, while flipping the channels looking for something funny to ease the unending loneliness of a hotel room, I'm actually jacking some dude off. Good times!
Whatever stays in Vegas, right? For many, that includes drug benders, truculent sex with various anonymous partners, winning/losing several months salary while wearing nothing but a rainbow suspenders and a sock. For me, it's long periods of reading interrupted by spastic crying fits.
NICE!
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