The big night of debauchery in Vegas, where he got his butt handed to him 4-1, ended in Puck the Ducks telling this HYSTERICAL story about how he couldn’t remember his room number (probably had 1 too many cosmos out of a plastic bag in Doug W8’s room) and ended up trying to open random doors in his hotel. Well he NAMES the hotel .”America’s Best Value Inn”. Now I always make fun of the idiots that go to Vegas and say shit like “they probably stayed in the strip-adjacent super 8″, but that’s what this fat, dancing chick magnet did. This is a strip adjacent MOTEL where I’m guessing he got 4 to a room at 49 dollars a night, with some coupon deal bringing it down to 29 a night. Split 4 ways, he probably paid 22.50!
This is a grown man, allegedly with a job and he travels a lot and is like a regular adult. And he stays here in Vegas: