At the Peabody Hotel, you’ll find two things: a pea and a body. Was it murder by starvation? Come spend the night and decide for yourself.


“The temperature in the room seems to have gone up about ten degrees. My armpits…”

“Why send roses? Wouldn’t it be more romantic to deliver a dozen orgasms? For on…”

“If my chest grew cat hair, I wouldn’t know whether to pluck it or pet it.”

“While I was there, the song reminded me of here. But now that I’m here, the son…”