* How's your week going? Ours is going swell. Kick back and relax with this warm, toasty holiday tale by Ernst Albrecht. And after that check out the latest movie trailer reviews at http://www.thetrailertrash.com by Big Jewel contributer J. Pinkerton. The Hotel By Ernst Albrecht I checked in just after sunset. I wasn't feeling well but that was normal. An old man behind the desk handed me the keys to room 314 and went into a coughing fit as I headed for the stairs. They creaked all the way up to the third floor and stopped. I passed a fat bimbo in the hallway. She wore a baby blue circus tent and fuzzy golden slippers. She had a bewildered look on her face, as if she couldn't find her way back to the room filled with straw. Under one arm she carried a funny-looking dog. Who knows, maybe it was a goat. It kept licking at her arm as if the arm was a large stick of butter. I could tell they were made for each other. For the full article please visit http://www.thebigjewel.com/thehotel/ -- To subscribe/unsubscribe from this mailing list please email us a haiku using the words "subscribe", "my email address is", and "dope"