According to ancient wisdom, if you're seeing Pink Elephants, you are really drunk. Or...
...you could just be on the Famous Las Vegas Strip.
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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. Follow @lavi_d_avegas
3 comments:
What the hell is family suite? Porno TV not available?
First!
Nice toenails on the elephant.
Uh, yeah. Closed Circuit TV? Isn't that CCTV, you know the things that are on all the traffic signals?
I'm not sure that's something most people would want in a room.
Twost!
You know what? They had one of those fucking cameras at the entrance to the subdivision I lived in in Laughlin. This was NOT a gated community of any sort. No traffic signals. Just a stop sign so monitoring an intersection wasn't the reason. I never understood why the fuck it was there or who would watch it.
We live in interesting and sad times.
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