Sunday, May 22, 2011

Another One Bites the Dust

Las Vegas. Where sometimes even the toys party too hard.


No Contact Scum Bitch said...

Perhaps it is yet another cast away, sportfucked and chucked, goldigging and felonious worthless fuck doll left to the wasteland of the boulevard of broken dreams that is the Strip.

Nah, that's just me dreaming again.

It ain't worth the doing the time for tattoed and sportfucked throw away fuck dolls bitchez.

They probably got raptured and are with God anyway. That happened to the little matchbook girl in that fairy tale.

Only a judge would care about the sportfuck dolls shenanigans and felonious behavior.

But that's another fairy tale.


D said...

Hey !

Scum's alive! Glory be...

Of course, he surfaces only to discuss the merits of a sullied, discarded sex-doll, but at least we know he avoided the rapture that wasn't.

Blondie said...

Does NCSB always rant with such expletives and proclivity?

Is he on drugs?

Rock Candy said...
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That German Guy From Laugh In said...

Very interesting.

Anonymous said...

Cache much?

Say something that shouldn't have been?

Rock Candy said...

Sorry, Lavi...scum is a moron with no decency at all and felt the need to use your blog as a way to attack me since he is not allowed to contact me.

Now if you will excuse me I think I will go call that detective back and provide him with the photos, witness statements and make sure that criminal charges are brought. Nothing like a photograph of a scummy shoe shaped bruise on a kidney to piss off a judge.

You have reached the cached page for

Hah Ha funny how that internet cache thing works. Or is it?

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.