Fat tits is too preoccupied to notice right now. He’s most likely star-fished on the bed, saggy tits out and sweaty, while Layla and Crypt Keeper go on a few more rides. I can just hear the conversation:

Layla: Dad, come on just a few more rides.

Joe: daddy’s a little tired right now from being up battling libtards online and keeping America great. Heavy breathing Carol, take Layla on a few more rides. I’m going to go catch some zzzs. My dogs are tired, give me the room key.

saunters away sweatily to the hotel room. Not before stinking up the elevator with BO and revolting everyone on his floor.

Haunting

I smell a TV series on the Hallmark channel.