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
3 comments:
Furst to claim the skull has bad teeth and Lavi farts in his loungewear.
...Lavi farts in his loungewear.
I would, but I'm afraid the skulls wouldn't like it.
that's not a skull - it's a cube-rat code monkey in drag.
and if you want to have *that* on your shorts -- ok.
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