I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, but it seems your hotel reservation was never confirmed. We don't have a room for you.
This is an outrage! One day, I will open my own chain of hotels with very cheap rates and bolted down TVs.
With comforters with mysterious and disgusting stains. A place where teenagers can go and lose their virginity on prom night.
Where people can have dirty, dirty sex without guilt or cleanup. And it shall be orange, my favorite color! And you, mame, will regret this day! Good day!
