Ok so i have briefly touched on the discussion of how great hotels are. I felt the need to post some more photos to proove my point. Of course minus the hole in my uh wallet. I just keep telling myself it's all worth it, all worth it.
Note the seeded mustard jar below. Before you even begin to conjure up images of why that was in a hotel room on a Saturday night please continue to read this section... It's belonging to the one and the only all time mustard lover AKA Benji.
I even ordered a male stripper, sailor being the prefered choice as you can see below.. he played the ukulele, not exactly what i was looking for, but hey every extra skill is a bonus, is it not?
He looks a bit grubby i should get my money back.
Not sure who this skinny white fella is. No i did not mention his name before, nor did i mention the fact that he was a seeded mustard lover. No i did not.
Once again i am unsure of who this fella is in the only bed in the hotel. This is a prime example of what i like to call a NOTORIOUS BED HOG. Better yet what's he doing sleeping on a Saturday night. That should not be going down. Blame it all on Luke Skywalker.
People were even utilising their skills on becoming artists. In conclusion hotels are such educational experiences.
