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"We Hid Our Entire Stash of Beer in the Ceiling Tiles"

Oh, if only those hotel walls could talk ... but they can't. Fortunately, you can!

We want to hear all of your scandalous Hotel Room Confessions. From the racy to the incriminating to the sorta-nasty, if it happened in a hotel room, we wanna know about it. Anonymity is assured and you don't even have to list the hotel's name unless you want to, but please do try to set the scene by including a location and maybe some details on the room.

We're back again with another installment of Hotel Room Confessions, where we cleanse your guilty soul by airing out your dirty laundry on the Internet (we're so good to you). This particular tale comes from a reader who, like many of us, had a very, very special prom night in a hotel room — but not quite the way you're thinking.

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Where There's a Will, There's a Way to Avoid Minibar Charges

Oh, if only those hotel walls could talk ... but they can't. Fortunately, you can!

We want to hear all of your scandalous Hotel Room Confessions. From the racy to the incriminating to the sorta-nasty, if it happened in a hotel room, we wanna know about it. Anonymity is assured and you don't even have to list the hotel's name unless you want to, but please do try to set the scene by including a location and maybe some details on the room.

We're back again with another installment of Hotel Room Confessions, where we cleanse your guilty soul by airing out your dirty laundry on the Internet (we're so good to you). We plucked this particular juicy tidbit from the comment threads at Wine Library TV: Host Gary Vaynerchuk had just posted an episode in which he tasted a half-bottle of chardonnay from the Sofitel LA's minibar (and declared it sorta "meh"), then he asked his viewers to tell him about their fave minibar beverage experience. Sandwiched between the "minibars are stupid and expensive" and "minibars are lousy places for wine" comments, we noticed someone has responded with this:

Im ashamed but its too dam [sic] funny that i woke up in a drunk daze after a wedding and drank this whole Evian in the room then looked in the morning at the paper attached to the neck saying if bottle consumed, room will be charged 7.50 so i filled that shit up with some fresh sink water and used a lighter to seal that cap back on haha..

Um, not that we'd ever think about trying it or anything, but does that really work? Could we get away with it?

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"We Crazy-Glued the Vase Back Together and Stuffed it in a Closet"

Oh, if only those hotel walls could talk ... but they can't. Fortunately, you can!

We want to hear all of your scandalous hotel room confessions. From the racy to the incriminating to the sorta-nasty, if it happened in a hotel room, we wanna know about it. Anonymity is assured and you don't even have to list the hotel's name unless you want to, but please do try to set the scene by including a location and maybe some details on the room.

Our first Hotel Room Confessions tale deals with some good old fashioned D&B: Dancing and Breaking.

My friends and I once booked a hotel room in NYC at a hotel that starts and ends in a W. We had about 10 girls between a suite and a regular room and we were holding a pre-bachelorette party soiree in the suite. After we checked in, we put on some music and began mixing some drinks with our BYO alcohol.

I don't remember who did it, but somewhere in the process of doing cabbage patch kids, the running man and kid n' play dances, someone knocked over one of those big white vases in the room and it shattered on the floor. No one had any clue what to do and we were kinda freaked out. We weren't going to pay for that, that was for sure. So someone said we should crazy-glue it.

I got picked to run to the CVS next door and buy the crazy glue. Two other girls did the actual putting-back-together and it looked like crap, so we just hid it in the closet. Oops.

But karma came back to screw me over. I had taken all sorts of pictures that night, including the ones of us trying to glue the vase back together and later that night, I lost my camera somewhere in Little Italy.

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