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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FURST....ha ha take that scummy-kins!!
Now if I prefer to avoid pregnancy then why in the hell would I head to the infertility clinic?!?!
This is a trick aint it? Some way to force unsuspecting females into some wierd pro-creation slavery?
Are you sure that this isn't a street sign for Sigourney Weaver?
Now if I prefer to avoid pregnancy then why in the hell would I head to the infertility clinic?!?!
Semantics, I guess. I thought that if you needed help in creating spawn, you went to a "fertility" clinic, therefore "infertility" seemed the appropriate inverse.
The "so sue me" section of the blog is still under construction.
:)
Are you sure that this isn't a street sign for Sigourney Weaver?
Color me clueless.
Lavi spake: "Color me clueless."
Think Alien.
Think of the various exit modalities of said Alien.
Think Alien.
I might have had better luck if you'd said, "Think Lt. Ripley"
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