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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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Furst to add...
"They got a fever of a 103"
They should put huge white sidewalls on that flashy rig...install a stripper pole and drive topless and BOTTOMLESS prostitutes up and down the strip advertising for...Deja Vu...or some other place.
When they got up to speed or it was windy then the Hot Wings could start flappin' in the breeze.
Can you imagine the aroma downstream?
Capture word 'hated'.
You know, the whole stripper-in-a-truck thing was tossed simply, I'm sure, out of jealousy.
The staid members of the city council of the city which is supposed to have the most wile reputation this side of Orleans were surely miffed that they had not thought of the idea first for their own strip clubs.
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