There are horrible people everywhere when you travel. But what happens when those horrible people get together?
They create an exponential monster of awful, of course, and make all of the places – the plane, the beach, the Eiffel Tower, wherever – much, much worse.
Just don't think too hard about what they're doing when they get back to the hotel.
To the childless, talking excessively about your kids is only slightly more interesting than extended discussions about timeshares. Or your buddy's fantasy football draft. You're wearing a "Brody's Mom" T-shirt under that, aren't you?
The three grand you guys dropped on this vacation would have been better spent on couples therapy. Or divorce lawyers. Please, just stop talking up.
The question isn't if she's with him for his money. The question is if he's paid for just the weekend, or screwed his kids out of half a billion dollars.
It's an old dude hitting on an inappropriately-young girl, now with EXTRA creepy!
Your coworkers already hate you for posting a never-ending stream of vacation pics.
If the goal of your vacation was to make single people feel better about their life choices, mission accomplished.
You, sir, officially placed your balls squarely in your lady's purse the minute you made one of these selfies your profile picture.
There is not a single part of either of your bodies that is natural. You're like the Diet Coke of people.
As turned on as both of you are by dry humping at the buffet, there's a line of people behind you who just want some Chicken Vinadaloo. So maybe you could save that for, oh, the hotel room you ALREADY HAVE.
