>> ^Ryjkyj
go and look up "living wage" and educate yourself before you...

To live means to have a minimum of food and water, and at most geographical locations, shelter and clothing too. A living wage then, means "a wage which affords oneself adequate food, water, clothing, and shelter to sustain life."

What you are describing isn't a living wage its a "comfortable wage." I'm sorry but like most people in a 1st world country, you just don't understand what it means to be alive. When you think "life" you don't think "breath," you think "entertainment."

If what you are saying is true, then it is physically impossible for anyone in the US to live (food water shelter clothing) on $1256 a month ($42) a day. This is clearly bullshit as I can go to www.hotels.com and find a room with free all-you-can-eat continental breakfast for $40 in almost every city in America...even NY and LA. Food, water, shower, heat, electricity, wi-fi, television, laundry, fresh sheets and towels, soap, shampoo, all of it for $40 a night.

So sorry, but Motel 6 is living proof what you say just isn't true. And...assuming that the folks at Motel 6 aren't a bunch of life-hugging hippies, and are actually in business to turn a profit - it seems obvious that the average person could live for much less than $40 a day.

>> ^Payback:
This is why you don't take separate cars to the motel when cheating on a BMW owner.


Exactly. How do we know this wasn't a well-thought-out and executed act of revenge? Everyone seems to assume this was pure incompetence but look at the way the driver lines up the two cars before "going for it".

I say it was a planned attack!

This is why you don't take separate cars to the motel when cheating on a BMW owner.

They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
(Chorus)
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.

Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.

LOL this is right up the road from me... to me, mattress ranch sounds like a salad dressing you can find at cheap motels... dag that old dude is Ted Sadler remember from "Sadlers Home Furnishings"

fantastic! absolutely inspirational.
im gonna write something now about a daughter of a daughter of poor share croppers and farm hands drunk on whiskey and beating their wives the daughter of the son of a schizofrenic diabetic german immigrant traveling the country running from the "mob" and dying of diabetes in a sleezy motel rooms in downtown atlanta leaving behind his son an orphan to kill viet cong soldiers to make 5 kids he never wanted and millions of dollars that he did.

Pulled over to the river to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
I Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack
Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
Check out the odometer and I was on my way
Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed
I'm Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks
Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
I left my car outside and the engine still revvin'
Time to get busy at 7-Eleven
Then I went inside to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to take it all


Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
I made my getaway and I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked
Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked
Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry
Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
My man turned to me and said why are you here?
I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing
Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key
Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
I had a good feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one horse to win and another to show
And sure enough that knak came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger

Don't ban this member! It's my grandma-ma. She doesn't know what she's saying! She thinks she's still 29 and all she ever does is copy-paste ads from her internet shopping sprees. She can't help it. She lives in some twisted, anachronistic past akin to Norma Desmond.

I ask, "Grandma-ma, why do you keep buying all this replica Tiffanys crap?" And she replies, "Dahling, it's to impress the suitors." But, grandma-ma," I says, "There are no more suitors."

To which she starts babbling about her fair Ulysses being gone so long that she became a dried up, crustacean of a woman -- her only lucid moment, despite it being entrenched in epic poetic nonsense. Honestly, though, I wish I could remember half the things she utters. It's quite mad, really -- and by mad, I mean, maddeningly hilarious -- in an endearing sort of way.

I wish you all knew how unrepresentative of herself her past 3 comments have been. Really, I just adore the woman. I adore her so much, sometimes I wear a wig fashioned after her own liceless head of hair. And I like to carry around a knife when I do this -- because when I was young, she loved cooking. I'd help her chop up onions and celery to serve the guests at the motel she runs -- sorry, ran. Since descending into her strange state, she hasn't had time to run things, so I do all that now. I'm what you call a real handy man -- fixing the televisions, talking to our vulnerable, feminine guests, and cleaning the pools...

oh yes, always, always cleaning the pools.

I'd have to say it was my parents, who listened to Linda Rondstadt, the Eagles, and the Beatles. Except that they also listened to Tom Jones, Englebert Humperdinck, and Conway Twitty, so maybe I'm just so awesome I figured out the whole rock and roll thing on my own. That and I have been in love with the idea of the musician alone on stage with his/her guitar. There's something really romantic in the image that I've always liked. A few of my family members play guitar and some of my favorite childhood memories are of them playing guitar while various others took turns singing.

After getting over my horrendous Debbie Gibson/Tiffany phase, I picked up Queen, Guns and Roses, REO Speedwagon, The Motels and Joe Cocker from an uncle who had them lying around. Talking Heads and then, later, 90s grunge was the first rock I got into that felt like it was not inherited from someone else, and now I'm inclined to pretty much give a listen to anything at least once, because who knows what might be out there...

Current favorites at the moment: Death Cab for Cutie, System of a Down, Yeah Yeah Yeahs (though most of the new CD is kind of a drag), Weezer, Silverchair, etc.

Listening to The Motels, Hall & Oates and The Go-Go's on The Mighty 690 AM all the way up in Pasadena. It's 91X on FM now, and still broadcasting from across the boarder.

I am IN that tub!! You can't see me because they are holding me under the water!! I almost drowned! That's the last time I try to save money by renting a motel room so cheap everyone has to share one bathroom!

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I would relocate her into the local Motel 6.

Thanks for the promote! I'm surprised that only got 29 votes.

In reply to this comment by littledragon_79:
*promote

You live in the Motel 6? Wow, you must get continental breakfast every day, lucky bastard

Seriously.. the idea of someone making my bed everyday for me sounds wonderful

what are you doing in my city, dft?

oh yea, and motel 6's are very scary...or at least their sheets are.