I can't believe this is only the second Strip Sleepin'™ that I've posted this year.
I'm Slippin' on the Sleepin'.
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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
3 comments:
you could pedal up stealthily and yank off one of his flip-flops and zoom away...
It'd be fairly safe: he's asleep and would wake disoriented, you're on a bicycle, and he'd only have one shoe.
Of course if he's in town as a finalist for the International Quick Rising Speed Hopping race then you may be in trouble.
Or if he's carrying...
But that's part of the joy of Lavi living large in Vegas.
-d
there may be something there about walking a mile in someone's shoes - but riding a mile with someone's shoe somehow isn't the same
What doesn't seem to be examined here is, "Why would I want his smelly flip-flop?"
Terd to post - it's a global depression that has even reduced Vegas Sleep Pron™ opportunities.
Life is hard, yet beautiful.
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