Coffins? Picture a seven foot by four by four plastic box. One end has a door on it with a keypad lock. Stacked in a big warehouse. Foam pad they say they clean between uses. Daily or monthly.  Wifi, communal shower, armed security,  internet cafe and coffee bar.  Posh. Cheap. 

Tags: Crashers, mini saga

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