Since I will be writing a travel book about mediocre trips abroad, here is a snippet of one chapter I am working on called What in the Actual Hell Do You Mean You Don’t Have.. and that title probably needs work.
They don’t have wash cloths here. They call them flannels and they don’t use them. This is a BYOWC kingdom.
They also don’t do top sheets on the bed. Just plump, hot ass perimenopausal unfriendly duvets that smoother you in your sleep and block out all air and hope.
Additionally, they don’t believe in cold drinks and napkins. This is a tepid water and 1 napkin minimum empire.
Book titles I am considering are I Never Missed America More in my Life and This is Exactly Why We Left Y’all’s Asses. (TM)
