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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Hey City Boy; let me be the furst to say that that's not a chicken, that's a rooster.
A Giant Weird Las Vegas Rooster, but a rooster none-the-less.
Cluck, cluck.
-d
p.s. Vista learning curve is steep
...that's not a chicken, that's a rooster.
Yeah, in the same way that Super Chicken is a rooster.
p.s. Vista learning curve is steep
With any luck, I have parted ways with Windows forever.
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