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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apparently not water beds
(also, furst)
Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled mattresses, yearning to be free... a shopping cart for mobility, and other detritus from society.
But not, as Scarlett sez, a water bed.
(going for the lame pun here)
Water Beds belong in a retention basin. Or can you just give them diuretics and they go away?
Please Sir. I have asked you time and again...Stay off of my lawn.
Please Sir. I have asked you time and again...Stay off of my lawn.
I don't often laugh at things I read online... that cracked me up.
What? Am I fucking here to ammuse you?
-Sorry, could not resist. :)
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