Friday, March 2, 2007

Spawn

With all the construction going on in Las Vegas, I suppose it was only a matter of time before, ala Jurassic Park, the heavy equipment would start reproducing. Just the consequences, I suppose, of being left to their own devices all night long on deserted jobsites with only the occasional disinterested security guard in attendance.


Awww. Isn't he cute?!

The pertinent question remains - "Who's your daddy?"

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Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson
Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.