We've seen all variation of necklines and vagina-skimming skirts.
I've tried to remember everytime I was the shitty yelling hotel guest.
I've tried to remember everytime I was chatting from 1 a.m. - 6 a.m..
I know I've been that. But I also know that I haven't.
Scottsdale Hilton: awesome beds, no pop machine, no continental breakfast for mom. And one weekend this year, full of loud hoochies.
Onward.
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EEK! Do you want me to quick FedEx you your skanky garments?
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