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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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Furst to say phat, and in this case, grossly, morbidly obese.
That 10,000 calorie per day diet is tough; the price of lard has just skyrocketed. And finding a parking place for the forklift, close to the trough, is getting more difficult too.
It's not a disease!
Too fat? eat less, exercise more. If you don't eat and still gain weight, there are some folks in Los Alamos that need to talk to you about portable (sort of) fusion reactors.
I am afraid to push that 'enlarge' button. It could implode my computer!
Thanks for the laugh!
The more I look the worse it gets. It's like those breasts are seperate living entities.
Entitties?
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