The Arms Hotel, Tuesday
Today, Jeff was closer to limping than walking as he entered the hotel carrying a large stack of CDs. With some difficulty, he managed to drop them on the front desk, then hobbled hurried back to the front door to pick up his CD player.
He sank into his chair with a deep sigh. He wasn't going to get up any time he didn't have to. Not even to scold Nana for licking her bottom in public.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials:
I don't speak German
Gunther, are you absolutely certain
that's not radioactive?
Jeff would never be a cook.
[ Open! SP or near it from 14:00 UTC 'cos apparently people expect you to be there for your own birthday party. who knew! ]
He sank into his chair with a deep sigh. He wasn't going to get up any time he didn't have to. Not even to scold Nana for licking her bottom in public.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials:
I don't speak German
Gunther, are you absolutely certain
that's not radioactive?
Jeff would never be a cook.
[ Open! SP or near it from 14:00 UTC 'cos apparently people expect you to be there for your own birthday party. who knew! ]