The Trivago Guy, the perpetually disheveled spokesdude for trivago.com, is turning his life around.
Remember when he looked like he had just slept off a hangover... in his car?
Those glassy eyes, that 5 o'clock shadow...
... That "I've-been-playing-Texas-Hold-'Em-at-the-casino-for-48-hours-straight" neck...
... And the sadness in his smile.
All of this made you ask yourself: WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE, TRIVAGO GUY?!
And then, you couldn't stop thinking about Trivago Guy:
SCARY STORY: The doorbell rings. You look out your front window. The Trivago guy is standing on your front porch asking for a glass of water
Had another dream about Trivago guy. He taught me how to use a silencer and how to use battery acid to burn off my fingerprints.
Anyone else get filled with rage when they see the Trivago guy & his no belt pants? No? Just me? Carry on.
The Trivago guy seems like he'd be a little too eager to drive the babysitter home.
Anyone else feel like that hungover looking Trivago guy would be under the bed with a hanky and chloroform no matter what room you booked?
The Trivago guy needs to find a hotel near a men's store.
Worry no more. The Trivago Guy is cleaning up his act.
It's ABOUT DAMN TIME.
