Go to hell. Go straight to hell. Do not pass the traffic circle, do not cross the street.
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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
7 comments:
Lavi -
I'm sure that this pithy photograph means something to you, but the translation from your eye to the glowing pixel has stripped away any vestige of meaning to anyone else.
Now, it is better than a heap of castrated mules.
Maybe it needs more of an explanation, a second photograph from a different angle, or maybe it just needs more cow-bell.
Ah heck.
I'll fix it when I get home.
There.
Does that make more sense?
what's with the commentors whose blogs are pure spam?
that's even worse than d.
what's with the commentors whose blogs are pure spam?
I had me one of them there 3-day weekends.
Had to wait 'til today to take out the trash.
okay, okay- I'll stop posting.
*has never been called a spammer before, furst time for everything*
*has never been called a spammer before, furst time for everything*
Were you posting as "Buy Penny Stocks" or "Voda Love"?
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