When I visited your country, every hotel had them. Except for one pretentious shite (who asked the father of a very clearly choking little girl to go outside so she wouldn’t chud on the carpet, the father looked ready to throw a fist at his face, and, honestly, I would have joined), they were all quite friendly. Real chaps.
When I visited your country, every hotel had them. Except for one pretentious shite (who asked the father of a very clearly choking little girl to go outside so she wouldn’t chud on the carpet, the father looked ready to throw a fist at his face, and, honestly, I would have joined), they were all quite friendly. Real chaps.