old women come into my hotel and flirt with me and try to get free rooms. but when i tell them the price of a room their little trigger-happy hearts jump out of their chests and explode onto my cleaned lobby floor. old people, with the exception of my grandma, should be ground up into purina. sorry if this offends those of moralistic behavior, or with weak guts, but hell, who needs these wentches mopping up their vacations on my, and your, social security expense accounts.
always at work and a bit venomous,
Seth
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