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:
May I be first to say that didn't enrage me?
It would make a decent free souvenir to chip out and clean up.
You could then go to another town's Skid Row and set it into the sidewalk their to confuse the drunks.
"Click to enrage"
I've just always wanted to put that on a post.
It would make a decent free souvenir to chip out and clean up.
I wonder how many drunks have had the exact same brilliant idea.
Us drunks tend to have flashes of brilliance on occasion.
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