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 wonder if I could buy it cheap, slap a coat of paint on it and then claim I owned a yot.
After all, I already have a manshun and fuck a supermodel.
What more could a sophisticated Las Vegas urbanite male want?
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