The best part about boning a chick in a hotel is that you can just pull out and blow your shit all over the fucking place with wanton disregard. All over the bed, the pillows, the TV, the remote, the ceiling, the ice box, the WebTV keyboard, the doorknob... there are no rules. The only limitation is your imagination. And you don't even have to clean it up. Sometimes that's all I think about when I'm fucking in a hotel room: where I plan to fire off. I've had more than one girl ask me why I'm smiling and borderline giggling in the middle of sex in a hotel room. Well, there you go, ladies - there's your answer. It's because I'm picturing the look on the maid's face when she goes to hang the courtesy blow drier back up on the wall and gets more than she bargained for.