So I'm dropping Thomas off at daycare after listening to Kirk & Mark on 98Rock try and fail to contact three different numbers in New Orleans to get a first hand account of the apocalypse in action. As I'm walking up with Tom to the door, I suddenly think "Sh*t, I just sent the revisions for the hotel maps. Now I'm going to have to send in corrections for New Orleans."
Because, y'know, it's kinda hard to have a map showing where all your hotels are in the city, when city just got washed out to sea.
Because, y'know, it's kinda hard to have a map showing where all your hotels are in the city, when city just got washed out to sea.