From the sick and twisted mind of George Carlin:

Rush up to a hotel desk and mumble to the clerk, "Did the purple man with the dwarf in the cardboard box leave the Archbishop's phone number?" He will say, "What?" Repeat the sentence a little more loudly, but keep it hard to understand. Once again, a little annoyed, he will say, "What?" Keep this up until he reaches the breaking point and a small gathering of foam has appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then, when his supervisor comes over to inquire, tell her innocently, "I don't know what the problem is, ma'am. I simply asked this gentleman how late the restaurant is open, and he flew off the handle."

I fell out of bed LAUGHING when I read this...

thats great mikey!

Pay cash for your room when you check in. I guarantee, the clerk behind the counter will have to consult the manager. But do not under any circumstances expect them to make change.

I did that once at the Ramada Inn in Kearney...the clerk looked at me as if I was from out of town.

Which, of course, I was...