“You got purdy lips… dems
"You got purdy lips... dems niiiice."
Goodbye sweet hotel room. It was so purdy. Granted, the decorations, wallpaper, and flooring left little to be desired, but I guess you can't everything. What you CAN have is a living room with a couch, coffee table, and recliner... a big TV and even a VCR... a kitchen with a refrigerator, dishwasher, microwave, oven, and a sink complete with garbage disposal... a bar... a desk in the entry with a purdy little RJ-45 jack spitting high speed access at you while wiggling it's wires... a king size bed (the only size bed in my opinion)... walk-in closet... enough hot water and water pressure to make you cry... yes, you can have all this if you were in my hotel room. It's actually a suite (read: schweet) but I don't like saying that, so it's going to stay a room... a room with some amenities. Another cool thing was the pool and hot tub were on my floor... yes, not the ground floor. That is just plain nifty. It was a rock-star-on-tour hotel room. I was going to break lamps and throw chairs out the window, but then I realized that I didn't have groupies or roadies... dammit. Why can't everyone have groupies and roadies? Goodbye sweet hotel room.
Goodbye sweet hotel room. It was so purdy. Granted, the decorations, wallpaper, and flooring left little to be desired, but I guess you can't everything. What you CAN have is a living room with a couch, coffee table, and recliner... a big TV and even a VCR... a kitchen with a refrigerator, dishwasher, microwave, oven, and a sink complete with garbage disposal... a bar... a desk in the entry with a purdy little RJ-45 jack spitting high speed access at you while wiggling it's wires... a king size bed (the only size bed in my opinion)... walk-in closet... enough hot water and water pressure to make you cry... yes, you can have all this if you were in my hotel room. It's actually a suite (read: schweet) but I don't like saying that, so it's going to stay a room... a room with some amenities. Another cool thing was the pool and hot tub were on my floor... yes, not the ground floor. That is just plain nifty. It was a rock-star-on-tour hotel room. I was going to break lamps and throw chairs out the window, but then I realized that I didn't have groupies or roadies... dammit. Why can't everyone have groupies and roadies? Goodbye sweet hotel room.
Did you forget that you have a band aid?
"you got a purdy dirty mouth....” oh, sorry.
yeah - I miss my hotel room(s)
... and the swimming pool and the all night snacks and the lack of rabbit hair. bliss.
What is it about hotel rooms? They are aphrodisiacs.
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