Hotels

Hotels, and their idiot cousin the Motel, remind me of buffets – which is … people are out doing things which they do at home with care and then doing them in public where the general population has unfiltered access which tends to work at the lowest common denominator.

Eating at buffets (rant here) is bad enough but at least with buffets you have some level of control – meaning you can choose to walk past the spot on the buffet table with a booger on it and avoid any buffet tables where you have to look under the buffet glass cover guard in order to identify the food.

But Hotels are a crapshoot 101.  The room looks pretty good when you walk in as the bed is made and the bathroom appears cleaned. But there is danger lurking in that hotel room as that room has been slept in (and who the fuck knows what else they’ve been doing) by at least 150 different people a year … for years and years.  You all recall the Black Light test done years ago which showed cum and ass-matter all over every piece of the hotel room.  Your sleeping face will land on one of those spots at some point during the night.

Yeah – big surprise – married men have been taking their girlfriends and whores to hotel rooms for years with one thing in mind – fucking the living shit out of them.  Those same men are used to the 3 minute pants dance in bed with their wives but once in a hotel room they want to be “king of the stunt cocks” so they start banging away all over the room.  I mean, why spend money on a hotel room and whore and have a quickie.  Just bang her in the car close to her home – easier to drop her off.  Date’s over – get out.

Back to hotel rooms, you have to be some kind of crazy to use the in-room coffee pot as you know some drunk ass fuck has pissed in it.  And the “little paper lid on the top of the coffee cup” doesn’t quite make me feel that the cup is ‘safe’.

And to conclude – if you ever, I mean ever touch a hotel room TV remote control, you are taking your life into your own hands (literally) … unlimited access to Porn, no one monitoring your hygiene, fingers and body orifices everywhere — you do the math.