Random Puke
In most cities, there could be any number of explanations. But at a hotel near the French Quarter, the safe money is on one-too-many-Hurricanes at Pat O’Briens.
Gives New Meaning To “My Hotel Was A Real Hole In Wall”
You can hardly tell that someone punched a hole in this Nashville hotel wall in a drunken rage….
Those Are Some Filthy Ass Windows
At a hotel near the Atlanta airport.
Night Light? No. Fright Light.
So much filth and dirt and bacteria and uncategorizable crap in this Manhattan hotel bathroom nightlight that it’s just best not to even wonder WTF is all in there.
Hello? Hello?
A call cut short at the Trump Plaza. Submitted by Jennifer with iputmylifeonashelf.com
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