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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I've stayed in wurst - or furst- or worse.
What's up with the fake midgit deer? Do they wrestle with them>
come'on Scum -- you take the cartridge you were going to use with the giant lips and you go deer hunting. Make up a mess of tasty venison stew. If you don't mind the plastic bits.
Mijit Deer Wrasslin' - Every Wednesday!
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