Dear Two Guys who came in to the hotel after the Brewer's game in your Cub's shirts, drunk off your butts, cause your girlfriends are both at home, then hit on the desk clerk who has step-children older than you, while getting directions to the strip club at ten minutes before bar time. I have to smile because it's my job, but I think I know why you're still single....
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