Monday, January 2, 2012

Up on the Rooftop

"Don't do it, Santa!"


Scummy said...

Throw the effin reindeer off!

Then jump, fucker!

Furst to want carnage.

D said...

that's what it looked like to me too: Santa tossing the cloven hoofed one off the roof. Amen

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.