We drove to Rachel (and California twice and Tucson once)
I saw an alien
I think I scared him...
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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
6 comments:
Furst to ask 'who is we' since inquiring minds want to know?
Not a two seater bike?
Who knew aliens shit rocks? If aliens do shit Rocks then what do Predators shit if they eat an alien?
I bought a house, much less mobil than a car.
Klaatu Barada Nikto!
Furst to ask 'who is we' since inquiring minds want to know?
Me and Dee Dee. Or the lovely Miss D or some other such appellation.
D (not to be confused with Dee Dee) refers to her as "SWMBO", She Who Must Be Obeyed.
SWAMBO = Gort?
Dee Dee from Dexter's Laboratory?
What sort of penalties or punishments are inflicted upon failure to obey?
Say "hey" to Dexter for Scummy.
Catcha word 'nikto'.
Anybody buying that?
What sort of penalties or punishments are inflicted upon failure to obey?
Oh come on now, Scum. You know what happens when you disappoint the woman you're with. All is not well until she is made happy.
Live by this rule or live alone.
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