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
4 comments:
so many things that I could say but know I should not....so
furst.
as long as her furst name is "Randy"
Robbed of fursting!
It a conspiracy!
'Twas a cruel twist of fate, a click of the mouse, nothing more.
It means less than a politician's campaign promise.
But still, it rankles.
We wants it, my precious.
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