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Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by Oxford, May 9, 2002.

  1. Oxford

    Oxford G&G Evangelist

    No Rooms Left



    By the time a Marine pulled into a little town, every
    hotel room was taken. "You've got to have a room
    somewhere," he pleaded. "Or just a bed, I don't care
    where."

    "Well, I do have a double room with one occupant - an Air
    Force guy," admitted the manager, "and he might be glad to
    split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so
    loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained. I'm
    not sure it'd be worth it to you."

    "No problem," the tired Marine assured him. "I'll take
    it."

    The next morning the Marine came down to breakfast
    bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "How'd you sleep?" asked the
    manager.

    "Never better." The manager was impressed. "No problem
    with the other guy snoring, then?" "Nope, I shut him up in
    no time," said the Marine.

    "How'd you manage that?" asked the manager.

    "He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the
    room," the Marine explained. "I went over, gave him a kiss
    on the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, beautiful,' and he sat up
    all night watching me."