An hour after checking into the motel, the guest stormed up to the front desk. "What kind of chickenshit joint are you running?" he claimed.
"What's the problem, sir? The confused desk clerk asked. "I went up to my room, unlocked the door, and there was a man holding a gun" blustered the irate guest. "He told me to get on my keens and give him a blow job or he'd blast my brains all over the room."
"Oh my," gasped the clerk, shocked and embarrassed. "What did you do?"
The guest screamed "Well, you didn't hear any shots, did you?"
"What's the problem, sir? The confused desk clerk asked. "I went up to my room, unlocked the door, and there was a man holding a gun" blustered the irate guest. "He told me to get on my keens and give him a blow job or he'd blast my brains all over the room."
"Oh my," gasped the clerk, shocked and embarrassed. "What did you do?"
The guest screamed "Well, you didn't hear any shots, did you?"
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