More Stories from the past................

[Times Roman]

...........so my best friend was getting married and i was his best man. I rented two side by side motel rooms on the ground floor with a common door between the two. I hired some strippers to come and entertain the lads, and there was maybe 30 or 40 of us. we pushed up all the beds against the wall and stood them on edge to make room for the show. the music was good and the music was loud, but not once did management ever come knocking on the door to tell us to knock it off. Strippers came and strippers left. booze and street partiables were flowing freely. one bloke showed up and i didn't recognize him, so we nicknamed him after his shirt..."judas priest". My bro and I started giving him the business, and ultimately tag teamed him into a variety of submission holds. So I've got this numbskull in a head lock, and then i hear this knocking at the door. (wtf?? who knocks at the door??). I open it up and here are two of the cities finest, dressed in blue, asking if they can come in? I'm like.... do i look stupid or something? (you don't invite cops into a party like that!) so i tell them whatever they have to say, they can say it out there.... "well sir, we are getting complaints, so if you can be so kind as to turn down the music abit"? Sure, I'll turn it down, and then the cops disappear. things calm down a bit after that, and about half the blokes leave within the next hour or so. The room is totally trashed with toilet paper rolls everywhere, with the streamers following behind, like how you toilet paper someones' house. Finally, it's getting late, and so me and my buddy pull the harley's inside the room, but he gets this wild hair up his asss saying his harley is louder than mine! so here we are at 3am or later, reving up the harleys inside the room, filling the room with exhaust, guys scattering everywhere. (actually, this is a good way to end a party, between the noise which was louder then fuk and all the exhaust, almost everyone left, plus the fear that the cops would come back). We wake up the next day, and it looks like a bomb went off inside. so in fear that management might come around to inspect, we haul ass leaving that huge mess behind. thank god for old sleazy hotels!

[JAB1]

haha, good story!! Bike in hotel room is recipe for disaster, I can relate. I work for a hotel management/ownership company and used to travel and live on property. I was at one hotel for a winter in the northeast so I put my bike(sportbike) in the room. Yup, got drunk and reved that shit up. Fortunately I was in charge so I was fielding complaints the next day for the asshole making all the noise!!! lol. Lucky to have a job with all the shit I pulled