One, the Internet wi-fi sucks. And two, as I was taking pictures of my hotel door, the guy across the hall opens up his door and steps out. And he's totally tattooed up, including the face. And if I was braver and looked at his face, I would be sure he was a Nazi.
Great. I'm sleeping across the way from a Nazi.
If I die, you know what happened to me.
Great. I'm sleeping across the way from a Nazi.
If I die, you know what happened to me.
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