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 jump on board the Hate™.
Bongo bongo them both to death!
Scum -
You be ridin the Hate Train (tm).
yo mini refrigator is still in my bedroom im not go ever get rid of it
-Bongo
note: not really in Vegas, but still plenty weird
The Man smiles when oppressing the little people. Even people with mojo.
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