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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If that's an example of the furst victorious robot, the losing humans must have been from Arkansas.
Danger! Danger Will Robinson! Danger!
It had to be typed. I gave everyone else more than enough chances to do it before I had to.
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