Thursday, July 17, 2008

Strip Sleepin 08 #4

2 comments:

D said...

This is actually stair-step strip sleepin

Furst Prize for Alliteration!

Lavi D. said...

What the fuck is up with the red socks?

Angles wanna wear my red socks...


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.