I was at a hotel walking through the lobby when a ferocious dog came charging at me from behind the front desk and attacked my foot. The bite caused a major gash and I know it was just a dream, but still, it stinkin’ hurt me. It was all bloody, so I decided to hunt down the hotel manager and complain. She was a total snob though as I explained how this dog attacked me and asked for a band-aid and keys to my room. She didn’t seem to think it was her fault that the dog in her hotel attacked me and refused to give me either of my requests. So I made a HUGE scene and started limping up the stairs, looked down at her and shouted, “IF YOU DON’T GET ME WHAT I WANT RIGHT NOW, MY HUBBY IS GOING TO RANK YOUR HOTEL NUMBER #1 ON GOOGLE WHEN SOMEONE TYPES IN “FEROCIOUS DOG ATTACKS” AND NO ONE WILL EVER STAY HERE AGAIN!”
BAM! I won that dream argument. All with husbands help, of course.
So be nice to me k? Or I’ll have ya ranked #1 on google when people search “STD’s” or something good like that.