Chocolates on my pillow. Pillow.
I ate Mrs. Penwasser's before she noticed.
Rose petals around the sink.
These actually were more annoying than they were worth.
Of course, as you'll notice in the upper left corner of the picture, the room did have one of those hotel razors (you know, the one which nicks your face so much you look like a refugee from a Wes Craven movie).
More frikkin' rose petals.
I think the hotel gets a deal from a guy.
Who also sells coke.
And coke-related products.
Yeah. No kidding. I felt like Hugh Hefner.
Except that the 20 year-old girls thought I was gross.
So, it is about the money.
I am soooo disillusioned.
I stole the slippers, though. Just let 'em try and find me.
The place even marked dangerous areas.
Too bad I didn't understand Spanish, though. I broke through and fell to the center of the Earth. Those damn dinosaurs can be so cranky.
Of course, pillow candies, rose petals, and slippers notwithstanding, some people took the All-You-Can-Eat shrimpfest and All-You-Can-Drink Rum Runners to extremes.
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