Monday, January 31, 2011

Not Your Plaything

Or even a puppet on a string.

1 comment:

Icing Scum said...

Furst time I've ever seen a mini zamboni trying to cross the street.

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.