People have gotten snarky with me at 'Dos and, well, I was usually a couple adult beverages in to the day and really did not give a hoot.

FT should NOT consume someone to the point of arguments. This is travel, it is our passion and should be fun!

I could take you. :p

:D

:-:

Okay box, I've had it with Hilton. I just can't stand these stupid rhombus trashcans that fit nothing more than three tissues. I'm not trying to dispose of a body or anything, but I'd like to be able to fit the occasional empty bottle of water, or piece of refuse thicker than a sheet of paper into the trashcan in my room.

Hilton's insistence on these stupid trashcans makes my hotel rooms look like the Jersey shore with random piles of trash next to an empty trashcan. I'm waiting for a seagull to take up residence in my room with me.

:mad::mad::mad::mad:

I wish there was a video of a sober me and drunk friend of mine trying to feed Fritos to seagulls from a balcony of a hotel in AC. He kept chickening out when the rats with wings approached. I had no such problem.

You jersey boyz don't fight clean! :cool:

I don't think I could fight to save my life. :)

Plus, I'm almost half your size - you'd fold me in half.

I have a great picture of me feeding pigeons in Venice with a look of shock as one flew up behind me and landed on my shoulder. I hate the damn things, but when in Venice....

Pay per view?:D

The fight wouldn't last long enough to make it worth the cost. :D

Perhaps I should share some of my hockey stories...

... get pooped on?

Oh, this is classy. Pulling up a seat-map for a flight between FL and EWR next week pulls of the seat map of a IAH - AUS flight from 2006.

glitches, ahoy. :-:

Greetings Box from NZ lounge in MEL. On my way to AKL.

Adult beverages would make me back off from stupidity as well. I'm a happy drunk and after I get to a certain point, I don't even seek out more booze. I just sit there, shut up, and enjoy the vivid colors.

I have certainly disagreed with my fair share of people on here. The thing of it is that what people post is a microcosm of their offline personality. If there's a contingent out there who think I'm a jackass because of my online persona, so be it. If someone in that group chooses to hassle me about it, woe is them.

How I wish I was in good enough shape to put goalie pads back on.

I have the standard touristy picture of me in Trafalgar Square being bombarded. I enjoyed the pigeon attack so much that I asked my mother to go back and do it again.