Forget what happens in Vegas stays here... Oh HELL no. It's being reported right here.
I came back to my hotel to work on some papers I need to hand in by Friday, and as I am sitting quietly at my desk contemplating the intricacies of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis I hear the following "dialogue" through the wall:
Her: Oh god.. oh god.. OH god.. OH GOD! OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!
Him: Yeah baby, you can take it... take my big c*ck! That's it!
Her: Oh god.. oh god.. OH god, BEN! OH GOD! OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!
Him: mmmm... that's right. Suck my HUGE dick. You can take it all.
Me: Are you FUCKING kidding me?!?!?! I'm trying to get some WORK done!
This went on for the next 40 minutes. At one point I was too nervous to leave my room for fear of running into the hosebeast in the hallway, only to find out he is probably a 2 foot 7-inch midget.
Well, to Ben in room 2268: I am not impressed with your stamina. The fuckers passed out and I haven't heard a peep or their door open/close since then. It's been about 6 hours. Unless, of course, he suffocated her with his unit.
With my luck, I'll be back here tomorrow with the CSI folks for some weird midget sex scandal death and it'll be Big Ben and his howling hoo-ah under the white sheets.
But I'm not jaded.
oh yeah, that was so hot.
I assume that hotel is scheduled for demolition soon, so they can build one with thicker walls...
Posted by: eric on November 15, 2007 05:46 AM