I washed my car here the other day and amazingly, I heard no loud music
Now if they could just put up a sign that read, "No Screaming Brats"
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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
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Damn; I'd love to wash my car with Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" booming out at huge volume ala Apocalypse Now...
That would be a first...
The screaming brats are routinely 'hosed' down by crappy mothers who think it is proper punishment.
"proper punishment" - heck, it's their weekly shower
the pressure washer makes it so convenient: soap, rinse, and hot wax to get the little urchins to a glossy shine.
My idea of quality childcare is a bowl of food and water in a room with a drain in the floor.
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