Old Socks And Stale Sperm

I think… out of all the blog titles I never thought I’d use… this would be one of them.

Let me take that back. The idea never would have come to mind to decide to not use it.

And I hate to admit it… but I definitely giggled over the idea of having a blog post with this title.

I’ve been watching a lot of “The Hotel Inspector,” and I’m still trying to figure out why someone would set someone’s hotel room with towels folded into the shape of swans forming a heart. I’d personally request fresh towels because all that folding means someone overly handled your towels.

I’ve now become somewhat frightened over having to stay in a hotel.

If I ever have a long trip somewhere, I’ll definitely have to look into it… unfortunately.

I do remember in one episode, the room Alex was given was so filthy that she choose to sleep somewhere else.

And as usual… I always absorb a little. How will I implement this into my writing?

Whew… that’s a real good question.

But it’ll definitely be used somewhere in NtC.

~J. Lyst

… This couple’s hotel pool is apparently equipped with a “Urine Detector.”

Yuck! 



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