How was this not a Seinfeld episode? Samphin would have to be played by George because this would only happen to him.
Hmm you could buy a plunger at a local store and take it with you. Put it in a bag or something if you want to conceal it. Also, dont be afraid to use the lobby bathroom if you need to do the 2 again!! Always an underrated method.
For the love of God, please Mods sticky this thread so I can laugh my *** off at it the next time I have a really bad day.
I agree. This thread has had me guffawing. I guess it lends credence to my friends saying: Farts and poops are always funny. In case you guys missed the conclusion to this saga. I ended up having to poop again this morning. Combined with the aforementioned clog and the urine that i had been depositing in there, it became dangerously close to spillage. I cleaned up, packed my bag and checked out without instance. I then drove to my meeting that was a couple of hours away and laughed uncontrollably at the thought of some poor maid loving that it is friday and having only one more room to clean, only to have her worst nightmare come true as a double decker lay in wait for her.
can you leave? go down to the lobby one..unless this is a small hotel....go out to get a drink or something at a bar and drop a duece in the bathroom edit: nvm i read the rest of the thread
Honestly this is the funniest thread ever Ive been laughing pretty hard over the whole thing ESPN CLASSIC
Samphin, I can completely relate bro ... here's my morning thus far. I'm staying in a hotel on business as well, and I randomly just threw up into one of their trashcans this morning. I feel fine now, I think the juice I was drinking was not good (couldn't read the expiration date), so it came back up. I don't do a lot of puking (most is done intoxicated), so at first I was confused and was like what is going on? And then I started puking and I wondered what I had done to deserve it. Maybe I'm pregnant. Sadly, the juice was pomegranate, so it literally looked like a bucket of blood in the trashcan. For me, ducking out wasn't an option, I'm here for a few weeks. So I disappeared for a few hours and *poof* it's gone. I half expect to have to speak to the police about the "condition" of my hotel room.
First of all, hopefully you left a nice tip for the poor people who have to clean up your mess. Second, this thread makes me wonder what all kind of stories and sights that a hotel maid service employee has seen. We need to get one on here to tell us some tales.
I would tell you one about 3 hookers in Vegas and getting a Harley on the 10 floor of a 5 star Hotel,but I would get banned from this board.another thats even better involves a donkey.maybe another time....
I have a nice lil hooker story form Vegas too. Although, yours sounds a tad crazier than mine! I merely put the ball on the tee. Everyone who chimed in with a suggestion are the ones who Mark McGwired it right out of the ballpark.
Yeah, I woulda said it was already there. The better option would be to go downstairs, go out and walk to the nearest grocery store. Buy a whole-roasted chicken (make sure it is the lagest you can find), then find a hardware store and buy a mallet-style hammer. Go back to your room. Put the entire chicken in a bag and hammer it heavily until you hear the bones crack. It should still be hanging together and resemble a floppy whole chicken. Call room service and order a whole roasted chicken. After it arrives, wait about thirty minutes, then call the Front Desk. Tell them their food is not agreeing with your stomach, that the meat was rather tough. Abruptly tll them you have to go. Wait five minutes. Call the Front Desk again. Announce, "It's come out the other end." They'll ask what you mean. Repeat: "It's come out the other end." Ask them to send the manager for a look. Just before he arrives, loosely drape the broken carcass atop of the soup-de-toilette. Hook a wing over the rim. When the Hotel Manager arrives, greet him someberly at the door. Do not say a word. just look towards the bathroom. Allow him to cautiously advance into the bathroom and discover the surprising contents of the bowl. When he emerges, clutch your stomach and wince slightly. It is important that you act like your Mother has died. The Manager will probably be speechless. I would be. But if he *did* say something, I'd love to know what it would be. Bpk
what were you doing in Samphins bathroom? Not to stereotype anyone, I dont do that ever....but were you the unlucky mexican that had to clean that up?
We should all converge at this particular hotel, register under the alias Sal Papageorgio, and unleash the wrath of thephins.com on their plumbing!!!
who the hell is brave enough to even walk in there and take this picture? I am puking a little bit in my mouth just looking at the damn thing. Thank god my computer can't transmit odors.
