I found their secr3t lair...
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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
4 comments:
this is just a little subliminal message: don't fuck with this equipment or you'll be dead.
The precise mechanism to deliver the demise is not clear, but the message is clear.
He doesn't even bother to post furstage anymore.
He's that good.
As I said, it's a subliminal message.
And thank you.
You guys crack me up.
Thanks
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