smells like granny fanny
W.: My hotel sucks.
J.: Where’d they put you?
W.: Granny Hotel. It’s real clean.
J.: Doesn’t matter, still probably a dozen people died in your room. There’s blood all over the place, you just can’t see it.
K.: Eww.
W.: There’s a guestbook. “Thanks for making our sixty-fifth anniversary wonderful!”
J.: Know what’d be great? If you signed it “Goodbye, cruel world. Farewell, pain.”
R.: “Sorry about the wet spots.”
J.: “Hope you got the stains out of the rug. Sorry about that.”
K.: Eww.
W.: “Sorry about the thing with the rubber sheets.”
R.: “I hope the splatter wasn’t too messy.”
K.: Eww.
J.: “Whatever you do, don’t use a black light in here.”
R.: “Thanks for the totally bangin’ bed.”
W.: “I think we conceived! Thanks for the best vacation ever!”
J.: “Thank you for caring for the body until we could arrive to claim it. Looks like a nice room, too bad he only got to enjoy it for one night.”
K.: “Everything was great, only complaint is that there was only one roll of toilet paper. Um, don’t look at the backside of the shower curtain.”
J.:
R.:
W.:
J.: What the hell, man.
R.: Fuck.
W.: We’re totally eating, what the hell is wrong with you?
K.:
R.:
J.:
W.:
K.: What?
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January 24th, 2008 at 11:46 am
I dont understand your ghey fucking blog. Sick IRL convo IMO, you douche!
November 12th, 2008 at 6:41 am
yes!