I stuck him in bed, on his side. I put a towel on the floor, you know, just in case he decided to vomit again. That way he'd vomit on the towel and not all over the floor.

So he opens his eyes for a bit, and says to me:

"hey... *insert Chingy's real name*... I think I lost all sense of direction... first I thought I was looking at a wall, but I'm looking at a towel...

...

WHAT KIND OF S**T HOTEL HAS TOWELS FOR WALLS?!"

"I... I dunno mate..."

*suppressed laughter for 2 minutes*

all the great hotels have towels for walls

your friend is stupid

but foreal LOL

awww he left again..

Yeah, well you stink.

>_>