It’s no surprise to me because the few times we stayed overnight in the Disney area we stayed at horrible roach motels on…
It’s no surprise to me because the few times we stayed overnight in the Disney area we stayed at horrible roach motels on 192. You see folks, my mom’s a very interesting person. She didn’t (and still doesn’t) give a shit about “a nice Hotel”. She wants the cheapest and that’s that.
Mom: I’m going in to check the rates. You kids hide on the floor so they don’t see you.
Me: There’s a man laying in the bushes.
Mom: Well that’s none of our God damned business!
Dad: If he messes with us he’ll be running around without an ass.
Mom: Yes, sir, what are your room rates?
Clerk: $3 an hour, baby.
Mom: Wonderful! I’ll take 6 hours please.
Mom: Hoot take that bucket down and get some ice.
Me: I’m afraid, Mom. I heard gun shots.
Mom: THOSE ARE THE GOD DAMNED DISNEY FIREWORKS!
Me: But we saw the fireworks.
Mom: They shoot ’em off all night. Everybody knows that.
Me: Can’t you send sis? She’s older than me.
Mom: Hell no! She’ll get raped or something. Get going.
Me: They have a juice machine by the ice. Can I have some change for an orange juice?
Mom: How much are they?
Me: 25 cents
Mom: YOU CAN BUY A WHOLE GOD DAMNED ORANGE TREE FOR 25 CENTS!!
The good ‘ol days:)