antipopper

Hon, Lena and I wandered into a “love hotel” (a hotel specially built for illicit, quickie trysts) in Osaka, just to see how tacky it was (it was maginificent — photos soon). Usually you don’t even have to deal with staff at the counter — it’s all automated to uh, lubricate the anonymity of the whole thing. Well anyway, we’re sneaking around while I take photos, and suddenly this guy comes out at the counter and says, “Sorry, we don’t have a room for three people”. Ahahahahahahahahaha….