C'mon Lynn....move a couple of letters around the board and its the Penis Hotel, not the Pines. Talk about subliminal messaging.
It was like shooting ducks in a barrel.
A guarenteed sure thing, no doubt about it, your getting laid tonight or my name ain't Elmer Fudd win-win type of situation.

It wasn''t no Hilton, but in its day, it was the bomb. Working there in the late 70's was a hoot; like going to summer camp , except we got paid and could fuck as many female guests as we wanted to. The accomdations were prison like (and sometimes dangerous), but the guests didn't seem to mind...all they wanted was penis. All in all, a great time!