More Terrible Hotels
Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
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when my brother and his mate were about 23, they went on a 2 week trip to various bits of california
there was one place which was so expensive that they could only afford the cheapest motel (i think it might have been in santa barbara). it was tiny. they had to share a bed. there was no air con. goods trains screeched past the window from about 4am. and 2 gangling hairy bald mancunian lads on the beer make quite a lot of sweat and other stenches.
they named it "the skankpit".
in the morning, my brother woke up and let rip with a giant beer fart, or "the offender" as it subsequently came to be known between them. his friend, awoken by the noise, sat up and opened his mouth to comment. just as the fan caught up the fetid arse heavy air and chucked it right back in his open mouth. the retching verdict? "it offends."
as an aside, my brother was telling my friend and her brother about the skankpit a few months later, and her brother looked really shocked.
"they actually called the hotel that???" he said. oh dear.
( , Mon 1 Dec 2014, 21:08, 4 replies)
there was one place which was so expensive that they could only afford the cheapest motel (i think it might have been in santa barbara). it was tiny. they had to share a bed. there was no air con. goods trains screeched past the window from about 4am. and 2 gangling hairy bald mancunian lads on the beer make quite a lot of sweat and other stenches.
they named it "the skankpit".
in the morning, my brother woke up and let rip with a giant beer fart, or "the offender" as it subsequently came to be known between them. his friend, awoken by the noise, sat up and opened his mouth to comment. just as the fan caught up the fetid arse heavy air and chucked it right back in his open mouth. the retching verdict? "it offends."
as an aside, my brother was telling my friend and her brother about the skankpit a few months later, and her brother looked really shocked.
"they actually called the hotel that???" he said. oh dear.
( , Mon 1 Dec 2014, 21:08, 4 replies)
This story is not up to your usual standard.
Try to do better in the future.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2014, 13:47, closed)
Try to do better in the future.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2014, 13:47, closed)
I found a hotel in Corfu called the 'Semeli'.
Don't know if it was, but didn't take any chances.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2014, 17:29, closed)
Don't know if it was, but didn't take any chances.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2014, 17:29, closed)
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