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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Sid thought his new restaurant selling the furst 'horsedogs' would be an even better marketing phenomena than the corndog.
As usual, Sid was wrong.
I'd have thunk this was an early form of pole dancing, Vegas style
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Horsedog on a stick!
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same ded ex, different story. BSI much?
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