Thursday, September 2, 2010

Unholy Fusion

Treasure Island: Where Texas and the Caribbean meet.



"We got your sireens over hear and yer cowgirls over there. Pirates and cowboys, we got 'em all!"

Check out the horns on that frigate:



I'll say it again - Bring back the skulls!

6 comments:

D said...

a ghastly "mash-up" made all too real.

I guess that everything *does* stay in Vegas, swirls around, and collects near the drain.

One Eyed Scummy in a Pink Tutu witha Parrot on my Shoulder said...

Crap.

I was dealing with slow internet transportation logistics crap and D got the furst.

One more post to bury my pleadings to have secks with Lavi.

Post more! More!

We already did the 'keep an eye out for me skullfucking thing' in a post a long time ago.

D said...

The ever slow intertubes may, just possibly may, have been a contributing factor to the Scum non-furst; but according to the atomic Lavi clock, Scum's post was a full eleven minutes, more than six-hundred-million microseconds, too late.
This may as well have been in the pleistocene of CPU clock cycle ages.

Perhaps a more salient factor was beer...

Heinie Scum said...

If you buy two 12 packs of Heinekin at The Ghetto liquor store down the street you get a free Heinie T-shirt!

I have several.

Long live The Ghetto™ liquor!

Lavi D. said...

If you buy two 12 packs of Heinekin...

I've moved on to Beck's.

But I do have a special place in my heart for Gyneken's

T-Shirt Scum said...

I have a Beck's T-shirt as well.

Jealous much?


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.