Las Vegas. Crooked condos and kinky commerce.
And what about that poor, left-over six? Does he/she ever get his/her nine?
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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
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1000 words?
That might be worth $1000.
Furstness...hopefully the effects of furstiness won't last longer than 4 hours or I'll have to call my doctor (as recommended on TV).
having studied my mate of choice's horror scope I should have known that being furst gives you perpetual boners!!
Lavi? What do you expect from a project named Veer?
Horror scope? I thought she died.
You two are made for each other.
Was it the tilted trashcan in the right corner that got this discussion going?
That trashcan isn't tilted. It was staged by a clever Realtard™ to Veer slightly to help sell the Veer Luxury Highrise Condos.
Pussee = captcha word - what kind of a rude and crude blog joint is this anyway?
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